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lonelyreputation · 4 years

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Trick or Treat (Dad!Shawn) MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🔮

A/N: Happy Halloween! Thought it would be nice be have a little festive fic to celebrate 🎃👻🦇🌖🧟‍♂️

Summary: It’s the first time you and Shawn take your son trick-or-treating 🧛🏻‍♂️🕸👨🏼‍🚒

Warnings: None!

WC: 2.4K // Fluff

It was the first time your kid was really old enough to understand the concept of Halloween. After his preschool teacher held a Halloween party for the class where they all dressed up, traded candy, and played musical chairs to the Monster Mash…Your son became a Halloween enthusiast.

Your son, Aiden, bugged you and Shawn to go Trick-or-Treating––but Daddy! Charlie’s going!––He threw a tantrum in his carseat when Shawn picked him up from school. And when they got home, after a tiny time out, Shawn and your son talked about Trick-or-Treating.

It wasn’t that Shawn didn’t want to take his son out…It was more that he enjoyed a night in with his family more. So far, every Halloween was spent sitting in the driveway, with a fire pit, with his little family as kids from the neighborhood came up for candy. He also liked when Aiden would sit on his lap and cuddle in close to him as they felt the warmth of the fire.

And Shawn knew that when his kid started Trick-or-Treating, it would speed up the process of him growing up even more.

But once everything was settled to go Trick-or-Treating, then came the dilemma of both of you wanting to go with your son since it would be his first time. Your parents were out of town, and it was Shawn’s parents anniversary, so you couldn’t ask them.

So, it only left Aaliyah.

You knew she probably had better plans than to sit at her brother’s house and give out candy, but she was your last hope. Shawn begged and pleaded with his younger sister to give out candy, bribing her with whatever she wanted. And while it took a lot of convincing on Shawn’s end, Aaliyah just wanted to see her brother grovel.

Even though they were both not teenagers anymore, they still acted like it.

You were buttoning up Aiden’s yellow fireman jacket when you heard your husband whine from the doorway.

“Where’s your costume?”

Still buttoning his little jacket, you looked up to see Shawn in his costume. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Standing with a pout in the doorway, Shawn was dressed in black pants, a white dress shirt under a black vest, a black cape––with a red underside––tied around his neck, as he gelled back his hair.

Shawn took out his fake fangs, “I thought we were both dressing up?”

You rolled your eyes at your husband, patting your sons shoulders when you were done buttoning up his shirt, placing the red firefighter hat on him, “I’m going as an exhausted mother to a three-year-old.”

Shawn slumped his shoulders, “You are an exhausted mother to a three-year-old,” he sighed, “That’s not a costume.”

You raised both of your eyebrows at him and Shawn held his hands up in defense of his smart talk.

“Mommy,” Aiden tugged on your sweatshirt, “What is ex-asted?”

You glared at Shawn again before kneeling down to be face-face-with your son, “It means that I love you very much.”

Aiden’s eyes lit up and you melted at his smile, “So you always love me?”

You nodded your head and kissed his cheek before standing up, “I’ll always always love you.”

When you looked to your side, you saw Shawn with a soft smile on his face, with adoration written all over his eyes as he stared at his little family. You could tell he was lost in his thoughts, but then Aiden spoke up, bringing him back into the moment.

“Is Daddy ex-asted?”

Shawn’s smile dropped and you let out a loud laugh. You smirked at Shawn, who now glared at you, before looking down at your son who had his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, “He’s always exhausted.”

And like before, your son’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together, thinking that it meant that his dad would always love him, “I’m ex-asted too!”

Both you and Shawn let out a laugh at your son’s misunderstanding of the word. And while you both did your best to educate your kid when he asked what something meant…He was only three, and his reactions were too cute to let him know what the actual word meant.

“Are you really not dressing up?” Shawn asked with a hint of sadness in his tone.

You looked over at him and saw that he really wanted you to dress up. The eyes you fell in love with were wide and pleading with you to uphold your end of the promise. And with a reluctant sigh, you nodded your head, and Shawn’s eyes lit up.

You walked past him and quickly pecked his lips, with your son yelling out a loud––yuck!––as you smiled, “Give me a minute.”

Shawn proudly smiled as you walked out of your son’s room and into your own. Inside your closet, you thought about what last minute costume you could put together. Your eyes landed on balck leggings, and a very simple idea popped into your head.

Changing out of your jeans to black leggings, you also swapped the sweatshirt of Shawn’s you were wearing for a long-sleeved black t-shirt and threw on a black sweatshirt on top. Once you slipped on a pair of black sneakers, you walked into your bathroom to draw a black circle on your nose, with whiskers on your cheek.

Satisfied with your lazily put together costume, you walked out of your room and down the stairs, where you saw Shawn explaining the rules of the night to your son.

“You always hold either Mommy or Daddy’s hand,” Shawn said as Aiden nodded, “Always say please and thank you after you get candy from a house,” Aiden nodded his head, “And you don’t run off.” Aiden nodded his head again.

Once Shawn was done explaining the rules of the night, he turned around and stopped when he saw your costume. He blinked a few times, “That’s your costume?”

“Mommy, you’re a kitty!” Aiden giggled as he climbed down from the barstool and raced over to hug your legs.

You playfully glared up at Shawn before you bent down to give your son a real hug. He wrapped his tiny arms around your neck––so tight––that you had to pull away after a few seconds of not being able to breathe.

You smiled down at Aiden who looked about ready to burst. So you grabbed the plastic pumpkin off the counter and handed it to your son, “Ready for Trick-or-Treating?”

Aiden shouted a very loud, “yes!” As he took the pumpkin from your grasp and ran toward the front door.

“Aiden, what were the rules?!” Shawn raised his voice just a little, not out of anger, but so that his son could hear him from the other room.

You and Shawn walked to the foyer, where AIden had his hand on the door knob, and he looked up at his dad with wide eyes, “Sorry, Daddy.” And he reached out to hold Shawn’s hand.

Shawn smiled down at his son and happily took his hand, “It’s no problem, we just don’t want you getting hurt.”

And with that, you opened the door and felt the soft breeze of the Canadian air hit your face. The wind picked up some of the fallen leaves and they crunched under your feet when you walked outside to shut the door behind your family.

When you looked down, you saw the jack-o-lanterns you carved with Shawn, your son was only interested in digging out the slimy pumpkin seeds. And when you picked your head up, you noticed that some families had already gotten a head start on Halloween. The sun was still up, slowly setting behind the trees, and it was the time where all the younger kids went out with their parents before bedtime.

You walked out to the driveway where Aaliyah was sitting on a chair from the patio Shawn brought out front for her to sit on. Kids were just leaving from getting candy from your house when she turned her head to see you all coming out.

“Oh my God,” her mouth dropped as she looked between the three of you, “Aiden your costume is so cool!”

Aiden smiled, showing all his teeth, “Thanks LiLi,” you could see Aaliyah melt at the nickname your son gave her when he was younger because he couldn’t properly say Aaliyah.

“I need a picture,” she whipped out her phone, “Mom will absolutely cry at this.”

Shawn rolled his eyes, “Is that really a good idea?” But as he said it, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close to his side. And he brought Aiden around in front of you both, still holding his hand.

“On three say Trick or Treat!” Aaliyah happily said as Aiden eagerly nodded his head, “One, two, three––”

“Trick-or-Treat!” All three of you said, with Aiden’s voice drowning out yours and Shawn’s voice, as everyone smiled.

Aaliyah smiled down at her phone saying she would send it to both of you. Thanking her was cut off short when you saw Shawn get dragged up the driveway by your son.

“Let’s go!” Aiden laughed as he tried his hardest to run, while still holding onto Shawn’s hand.

You saw Aaliyah pull out her phone again and snap another picture.

Following your excited son up the driveway, you walked the short way to your neighbors house. Aiden excitedly knocked on the door and rang the doorbell. When the family next door opened the door Aiden brightly smiled and shouted, “Trick or Treat!”

Your neighbor gushed at his costume and even complimented Shawn’s costume, who proudly smiled because you knew he put a lot of effort into making your son's first Halloween memorable.

Once you left your neighbors house, Aiden excitedly looked up at Shawn and shook his bucket, “Candy!”

Shawn let out an over dramatic gasp, “Already so much!” You let out a soft laugh because there were only three mini pieces of candy.

Aiden proudly smiled and continued to drag Shawn along to the next house. When he got candy from there, he looked up at Shawn again, and showed him the inside of his bucket.

As the three of you were walking to your your third house of the night, Aiden started singing, “Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat––”

“Aiden!” You chastised your son who sang the opening to a crude Halloween jingle.

He looked up at you with wide eyes, quickly apologizing before placing the blame on your husband, “Daddy was singing it!”

You glared at Shawn who just shrugged his shoulders as the three of you walked down another drive way, “Old habits die hard.”

That continued on for nearly another hour and a half. Aiden would ring the doorbell, or walk up to a family sitting in their driveway, and excitedly shout Trick or Treat.

It was getting later, the sky turning a light shade of purple mixed with some dark blue swirls. And you could tell by how your son no longer dragged Shawn’s hand to another house that he was worn out. Aiden was leaning against Shawn and you saw his eyes droop down.

“Is it bedtime?” You briefly looked up at Shawn, who stopped walking. He nodded his head at you, before looking back down at Aiden.

Aiden shook his head against Shawn’s leg, “More candy.”

You let out a laugh and took his plastic pumpkin from him, “It looks like you have a lot of candy already.”

Aiden shook his head again, voice sounding groggy, “More.”

“I’m sure LiLi saved some candy for you,” Shawn said as he placed both hands under Aiden’s armpits and lifted him up. Immediately, Aiden wrapped his arms and legs around Shawn’s waist, and rested his head on his shoulder.

You took off his plastic red firefighter hat, so it wouldn’t fall off, and Aiden snuggled his head further into Shawn’s neck. You smiled at the sight and looked up to see Shawn already smiling at you.

“Well,” you said as you continued to walk around your neighborhood, “Looks like he’s already asleep.”

Shawn nodded, holding in a laugh, since he didn’t want to wake up his son, “First Halloween in the books.”

“Pretty soon he’ll be in high school asking to go to a party instead of Trick-or-Treating with his parents.” You let out a laugh because it was the general way Halloween went when you grew up. But when you looked to your side, Shawn was not laughing.

“He won’t be going to any parties,” Shawn grumbled, “He’ll be giving out candy with me.”

You rolled your eyes and walked closer to him, taking Shawn’s free hand in yours, “That’s a long way off, he’s only three.”

“I want him to stay this age forever,” Shawn whispered as you turned onto your street.

You squeezed his hand, “So do I.”

The walk back to your house was done in silence, as the both of you appreciated the night you had with your son. Aaliyah was still outside when you returned and she smiled as she saw her nephew fast asleep on her brother’s shoulder.

“Mom called me up crying after I sent her the picture,” Aaliyah laughed.

Shawn rolled his eyes and sat down in the extra chair he made sure to bring out before they left. He knew it would be an early night, and part of why Halloween was his favorite holiday was that he was able to sit by the fire with his son.

Aaliyah stood up, draping the blanket she was curled up in, over Shawn so Aiden wouldn’t be cold.

You moved the other empty chair right up to Shawn and ran your fingers up and down Aiden’s back. He squirmed a bit and you saw him pick his head up from Shawn’s shoulder, “Daddy?”

“Shh,” Shawn hushed him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “You can go back to sleep.”

Aiden sniffled a bit, curling his hand in a fist and rubbing his left eye, as he turned to face Aaliyah, “LiLi, do you have candy for me?”

All three of you laughed and Aaliyah nodded your head, “I’ve got loads of candy for you,” she then leaned in, keeping her voice low, even though she knew both of you could hear, “But don’t tell your parents.”

Aiden nodded before placing his head back onto Shawn’s shoulder. It wasn’t until Shawn felt his son’s even breathing that he knew he was asleep. And even though Shawn didn’t want his son to grow up anymore than you did, he couldn’t wait to take his son Trick-or-Treating next year.

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rawiswhore · 2 years

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Triple H, Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- "Pump It Up"

How did you stay in shape during your professional wrestling heyday?

By exercising and eating and obeying a strict diet.

Granted, there were other ways you stayed in shape during your heyday, and they didn't really involve steroids.

In March of 1998, you cut this promo in the World Wrestling Federation, where you were backstage in the locker room with Triple H and Shawn Michaels.

"How do I stay in shape?" you asked while you looked into the camera, to which you sat down on the bench in the middle of the locker room. "And keep these arms toned?"

While you asked those question, you were the only one being filmed on camera, and Triple H and Shawn Michaels weren't visible.

When you asked to the camera how you keep your arms toned, you raised one of your arms and showed your bicep off in front of the camera, where your index finger on your other hand pointed to your bicep.

Your biceps weren't very big and muscular, but you did flex one of your biceps to show off.

After asking those questions, you sat down on the bench, you sat in between Triple H and Shawn, who were both sitting on that bench.

In this promo, Triple H had his long blond locks hanging down, not tied back in a ponytail or having a slight little ponytail behind his head while the rest of his hair hangs down, whereas Shawn, too, had his long hair hanging down, not tied back in a ponytail.

Shawn also didn't wear a cowboy hat on top of his head like how he sometimes wore them at the beginning of 1998.

"Oh, it's very simple!" you answered to your own question as you looked in the camera and had a seat in between Shawn and Triple H.

Your hands slipped underneath their pants, your hands sliding underneath where their zippers were, so the audience will get this joke.

After your hands were in their pants, the camera scrolled above Triple H and Shawn's pants and filmed those 2 DX members from above the hemline of their pants.

"I've gotta keep those censors happy!" you remarked as you looked into the camera and the camera filmed you, Shawn and Triple H above your navels.

You, Triple H and Shawn were now being filmed from above your waistlines, and as your hands were buried underneath their pants, your arms and hands began to make these motions like you were masturbating their dicks.

While your hands were under their pants, you really tried to make it look like you were masturbating their cocks, but you weren't.

Though, you really wish you could've masturbated their penises on television, even if Shawn, Triple H and you were filmed from above your navel.

Shawn and Triple H, meanwhile, acted like they really were being masturbated, where their eyes clenched and their heads slightly arched back.

Their facial expressions acted like they were getting handjobs.

Triple H and Shawn even groaned a bit to act like they really were getting masturbated.

Sometimes they raised their heads and told you to stroke them faster.

As you pretended to masturbate those 2, these noises that sound like a hand masturbating a penis were heard, even though you didn't really masturbate Shawn and Triple H.

Your arms and hands were pretending to crank and beat off Triple H and Shawn's dicks rather fastly.

"They're so big, I'll have to be filmed from the waist up!" you mentioned, referring to their penises and your eyes staring at their crotches while you said that. "I wish I could have more!"

More as in more men to jack off, even though there weren't really that many hot men in the World Wrestling Federation at the beginning of 1998.

The guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now" played while you pretended to jack off Shawn and Triple H, and your eyes stared at the camera with this naughty shiteating grin on your face.

Soon, the camera faded away.

Shawn and Triple H could've been filmed from below their stomachs while your hands are under their pants, pretending to masturbate them, that would've made it seem more obvious to the people watching this.

While you don't really masturbate men's dicks to pump your arms up, sometimes you actually do, and you did this little wrestling promo where you pretended to jack off Triple H and Shawn to fit the character/gimmick you'll always be remembered for playing.

Did the audience get that you were masturbating Shawn and Triple H's cocks, even if they were filmed from above the waistline after you were implied to jerk them off?

#triple h #shawn michaels #d generation x #dx #1998 #90s #attitude era #wwf attitude #wwf

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ofstarsandvibranium · 4 years

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Heavy is the Crown

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: During a case, you learn that Spencer never got to go to a high school dance. And that just doesn't sit right with you, so you decide to fix that.

The case was closed. Several young teenage girls had been kidnapped and murdered. The unsub was a thirty-seven year old male who’d been humiliated at his senior prom, so he saw the young girls as surrogates for the girls who humiliated him at his prom. Before he was able to hurt two more girls, you and the team managed to track him down in time.

You, Spencer, Derek headed towards the SUV after the capture of the unsub. You shook your head in disbelief, “Wow. Prom. Not gonna lie, I didn’t see prom as a big deal, but I went anyway because I didn’t want to miss out.”

Derek smiled with a hum, “My prom is a bit of a blur, honestly. A lot when on that night,” he gives you a knowing look and you and Spencer roll your eyes at him.

Then Spencer spoke up, “I never got to attend prom.”

You stopped him, before getting into the car, “Wait, you’ve never been to prom?”

Your friend and crush, Spencer, shrugged, “Well, I wasn’t very liked in high school. I got bullied a lot so didn’t bother going. No one wanted to go with me.” he hopped into the front seat with Derek in the driver’s seat, and you took the back.

You shook your head, not liking the idea that Spencer’s high school experience was tainted by bullies. Then an idea popped into your head....

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Friday morning, Rossi walks into the bullpen gathering everyone’s attention, “Joy, Kai, and Shawn are coming over to visit tonight so I’m inviting everyone else as well. Dress to the nines. It’ll be a formal dinner cooked by Hayden and myself.”

Everyone’s eyes lit up with excitement. Yours especially. You watch as Emily speaks with Spencer and you gather everyone else near you, “Okay. Remember everyone needs to get to Rossi’s a half hour before the designated time. We all know that Spencer likes to be punctual.”

“This is so exciting!” Penelope squeals and you, Tara, JJ, and Luke quiet her down, “Sorry!” She then whispers her previous statement, “This is so exciting!”

You giggle, “Okay, remember, Spencer doesn’t know. And try to act cool guys. He’s a profiler. He’ll know if we’re up to something.”

“Who’s up to something?” you jump when you hear Spencer’s voice behind you. He winces and murmurs out an apology.

You shake your head, “It’s fine. We’re planning on pulling a prank on Hotch. You in?”

He shrugs, “Depends what it is.”

“Well, we’re still fleshing out the ideas, but I’ll let you know.” you pat his shoulder and everyone goes back to their respective desks.

Spencer follows you to yours and leans against your desk as you sit down, “Can I give you a ride to Rossi’s tonight?”

“Sure! You’ll be my DD!” you giggle and he smiles back when he asks, “So, what’re you thinking about wearing tonight?”

“I have this maroon satin gown that I’ve been meaning to wear. Guess I’ll wear that. You?”

“Coat and tie?” he gives a shrug.

“At least add some color, Spence! I know you have some colored ties on you.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe I’ll wear a maroon one so we could match,” he teases.

You scrunch your nose up in playful distaste, “Ew. Matching with you? No way.” you both giggle at the teasing.

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When you answer your door, Spencer is taken back. Your hair is done nicely, makeup glamorous, but not too subtle. The maroon satin dress clings to you perfectly, showing off your figure well.

Spencer gulps, “W-Wow. You look-You look beautiful.”

You shy from his compliment, “Thanks, Spencer. You look pretty good yourself.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he says as he smooths down his maroon tie. Looks like he decided to match you after all.

He gulps when you move around your living room, collecting your purse and shawl, locking up your place. There’s a slit on your dress that reveals your leg when you move and he feels himself grow a little hot.

“Ready?” you ask expectantly.

“Yup!” he shoots you a smile and helps you into his car.

You sway to the classical music he plays in his car, completely unaware of the conflict swirling through his mind. Spencer has had feelings for you for a long time, deciding to never say anything to you because he’d rather keep you as a friend than potentially lose you due to his own feelings.

But tonight, he feels like he’s being tested. You’re so beautiful and there’s this elegance to you that you’re exuding tonight. He feels so overwhelmed. Maybe at the end of the night, he might tell you. Just maybe.

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When the door to the Rossi residence swings open, Rossi lets out a whistle, “Look at you two kiddos!” Rossi hugs Spencer and he kisses you on both cheeks, “Bella.”

You giggle out a “thank you,” and then go to greet Hayden who’s donning a beautiful navy blue gown.

“Everyone else is already in the back,” she gives you a wink.

You begin heading towards the backyard, Spencer right at your heels. With your shawl wrapped around your shoulders, you step outside and you’re beaming.

Rossi’s backyard as lights everywhere, a photobooth, a table lined with hors d'oeuvres and a punch bowl. Music is playing in the background as the team and their significant others mingle. All the while their children are running around playing with Luke’s dog Roxy.

“Wow. This is nice. Wait-” Spencer then spots a banner that says BAU PROM, “Prom?” he turns to you with confusion in his eyes.

You gave him a shrug, “You said you never got to experience prom, so now you can. And you’ll be surrounded by the people who love and care about you.”

“You did this?” he asks in disbelief.

“Well, yeah, but Derek, Penelope, and Rossi helped.”

“Reid!” Derek emerges from the group and Spencer’s eyes light up. He rushes to his big brother’s arms, getting a strong hug from him.

You giggle as you move to greet Derek as well then moving to the rest of the group. Everyone looks at you in awe, “Woooow.”

“You look beautiful, my maroon goddess!” Penelope swoons, hugging you while also not trying to spill her glass of wine.

“Thank you. For helping out and showing up. This is gonna be so fun!” you jump for joy as your coworkers and friends surround you.

After mingling for about an hour, dinner is served and you all pick your designated tables. You don’t expect Spencer to sit with you, but he does anyway, pulling out your chair for you.

At your table is Derek, Savannah, and Hank. You all make small talk, occasionally pausing to coo at little Hank who’s now two years old.

An hour later, plates are cleared, drinks are flowing, and the music is booming. You dance with various people on the dancefloor while Spencer decides to spend some time with the kiddos. He doesn’t dance and you respect that.

The music is now cut and Penelope has a mic in her hands, “Alright, everyone! It wouldn’t be a prom without a prom king and queen!”

You look at her with confusion and walk up to her, “Pen, we didn’t even vote.”

She gave you a mischievous grin, “We did. You didn’t. And by unanimous vote, our prom royalty is our very own Spencer Reid and Y/N L/N!”

Your eyes widen in shock as everyone bursts into hollers and applause. You laugh as you watch Penelope rush to Spencer and drag him towards you on the dancefloor. Hotch comes around with a plastic crowns for you, placing one on each of your heads.

Everyone applauses again and Penelope announces, “Now, if the prom king and queen would like to make their way to the center of the dancefloor for their royal dance!”

You’re now suddenly nervous. You look to Spencer and give him a small smile, “We don’t have to dance, Spencer. It’s okay.”

“It’s alright,” he slips his hand into yours, “You did all of this for me. I can do this for you.” he tugs at your hand, bringing you to the center of the dancefloor. Everyone circles around you as you bring your hands to rest on Spencer’s shoulders and his hands rest on your hips.

You sway to a cover of Frank Sinatra’s “The Way You Look Tonight”. Spencer is looking at you and you’re looking at him. And the world around you seems to fade away.

“So...we’re BAU Prom royalty,” you state.

“Yeah. Looks like we are.”

“Have an idea what you’re gonna do now that you’re king?” you ask jokingly and Spencer licks his lips and gulp, “There are a lot of things that I want to do and say, but I’m not sure how.”

You hum, “Uneasy is the head that wears a crown.”

“Henry the fourth,” Spencer murmurs.

“Yeah. I remember you said it was one of your favorites.” you look down, unable to handle Spencer’s gaze anymore.

The more you two slow dance together, the closer you guys seem to get. You’re completely unaware of the dancing couples around you or the fact that Penelope is anxiously waiting for something to happen.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” you look up and as soon as you do, Spencer’s lips on yours. You stop swaying as his hands cup your face and your hands move to grip the lapels of his suit jacket.

On the sidelines, everyone is beaming from ear to ear, while Penelope is jumping for joy. JJ and Derek fist bump and Hotch and Rossi are just giving supportive smiles.

When you pull away, you chuckle at the smeared lipstick on Spencer’s lips. You use his handkerchief to wipe away as much as you can while helps you.

You two don’t say anything, but go back to holding each other and swaying to the rest of the song.

This may have been Spencer first and last prom he’ll ever attend, but it was certainly the best one ever.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

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prettyboymichaels-ao3 · 3 years

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Rewind, Rewire, Reword - Chapter 1: Where Did I Put That Map Again? (Pt. 1)

It’s the week before Wrestlemania 12, he’s preparing to give Shawn Michaels the fight of his life in their 60-minute Iron Man match, and his little brother has decided to drag him out to socialize on an otherwise perfectly ordinary Wednesday night.

Surely, this decision won’t take the course his life was on – and the course his relationship with Shawn was on – and send it into a tailspin.

(Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels ABO AU; NOT Kayfabe Compliant; Words: ~2k; Rating: M; Notes, trigger warning/s, tag list, and chapter under the cut!)

my massive bretshawn abo au is here! as I only have two-ish more scenes to write, and 10 chapters already written to publish on here (separated into smaller “parts” for tumblr, which means I technically have 21 chapters; they’ll be published fully on ao3), I’ve decided to try for an every other day publishing schedule to give myself more time to fully finish this book of the series. so. :) I’ve read and edited and reread and re-edited this more than almost any other fic I’ve written, so HOPEFULLY. I don’t want to edit it MORE after finally PUBLISHING it. sigh. anyway.

tw for: attempted sexual assault. it doesn’t actually occur, but this IS the jumping off point for the fic, and it will be referenced throughout. the tw “references to attempted sexual assault” will be used in any chapter that references it

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It was times like these when he wondered why he ever bothered going out at all.

They’d gotten to California two days before, early, the way they usually did, leaving the morning after their last match to get a head start and not arrive completely burnt out. They’d spent those two days getting acquainted with their hotel room, their rental car, and the stadium gym they were going to be using the next two weeks. However, “California” didn’t just mean “new match”, it also meant “new towns”, which meant “new opportunities to make Bret socialize”. He’d told Owen, repeatedly, in a variety of ways, that the last thing he needed was a fucking wingman, let alone his happily mated younger brother as a wingman, but he’d just brushed off everything he’d said and dragged him out anyway. “You have almost two weeks to prepare,” he’d scoffed, forcing him to change basically as soon as they got back to their room. “When’s the last time you really let loose?” he’d offered, trying to hustle him out almost before he’d had his shoes tied. “I promised mom I’d try something the last time we talked so would you stop digging your heels in, please,” was his final explanation, as he was hailing a cab to take them out of the city and to some smaller town a little less than an hour away, where they’d be less likely to get recognized, because getting mobbed in a bar or a club was always… not great, to say the least.

But it just really wasn’t Bret’s scene. It just really, really wasn’t. He wasn’t twenty anymore, he couldn’t power through a hangover the way he used to, and he wasn’t in the mood anyway, the way he hadn’t been for the last two years Owen’d been trying to set him up. He’d gotten used to being single by now, he’d even gotten used to his mother’s passive aggressive comments about it every time he called home, and, yeah, being used to it didn’t mean he liked it, but trying to find a date at this point in his life wasn’t exactly easy, at thirty-eight years old, in his line of work, with his designation. Honestly, he didn’t know why Owen was still trying so earnestly; the odds of Bret finding a decent prospective partner at some random club in Somewhere, California was so low it might as well be in the ground.

As such, instead of socializing, the way Owen wanted him to, he’d nursed a glass or two at the bar, had a fairly interesting conversation with an older woman who happened to be the designated driver for a group of girls giggling on the dance floor, and eventually called it quits after hitting the bathroom two hours in. It wasn’t even ten-thirty yet, you’d think he could last a little longer, and he could, he was just… bored. His bar mate was corralling her wayward group to leave, and Owen was having a grand time failing miserably at darts with what looked to be a group of regulars, so he just told him he was heading back to the hotel, refused to be guilted into a game no matter how many times Owen batted his eyelashes or how disappointed he looked, paid his tab, and slipped out into the night with a sigh and his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket. It was only slightly cooler outside than it was inside, and it was much less crowded – a few smokers, on the other side of the street, and two people eating a pizza and using the box as their plate a little further down from that. Definitely less busy than Anaheim would be this time of night, and equally less well lit.

There was also, though, something he almost didn’t hear over the noise of the bar:

“…an’t change your mind now!”

“I agreed to go home with you, not you and your fucking friend–”

His foot still raised from where he’d been stepping to the curb to hail a cab, he cocked his head to the alleyway the voices had drifted from – and, there it was, he hadn’t been hearing things, because there was an incredulous laugh, a dull thump, and a pained grunt before another man said, amused, speaking over the rising growls, “C’mon, baby, you really think you’re in a position to turn us down? You’re the one about to go into heat, it won’t matter whose knot you’re taking soon enough.”

Bret was moving before the end of that sentence, rounding the corner to find three figures pressed up against the stone wall beside an open dumpster. They were mostly hidden from the orange street lamps outside the mouth of the alley, but he could still see rough impressions, and they weren’t very promising: two holding the third prone while the third tried to fight back, thrashing and almost snarling with how viciously he was growling, but he was getting nowhere fast, with how successfully he was being restrained. One’s nose was buried in this man’s throat, the other’s teeth visible in the low light as he grinned, and Bret felt his expression twist and harden as he stepped forward. “Hey! You’ve got three seconds to walk away before I make this a fair fight.”

That certainly got their attention, and he saw them all turn his way, their eyes flashing a little in the dark. Parts of their faces were highlighted now – the barest crests of their jaws, their cheekbones, their hair – but he could see the moment their nostrils flared and he was written off as nothing but a nuisance, which was only confirmed when one of them scoffed. “Run away, little beta, this doesn’t concern you.”

And then he turned right back around to continue scenting the man, the omega, who headbutted him so hard in the nose Bret could hear it crack from here. The man howled, staggering away and clutching at his gushing face with both hands, and Bret watched as the omega took advantage of the other man’s stunned disbelief to kick his legs out from under him and send him tumbling to the ground.

Bret didn’t waste any time. He stalked forward, hauling the one on the ground up by the collar of his coat and the waistband of his pants so he could toss him bodily into the open dumpster. The open, empty dumpster, if the clang of metal and yelp of pain were anything to go by. There was a choked off squeal from behind him, and he turned just in time to watch the omega’s leg come back down and the second perpetrator crumple into the fetal position, clutching his groin. That one quickly joined his friend in the dumpster, courtesy of Bret, and the groans and squeaks that resulted from that collision were incredibly satisfying.

He wiped his hands on his jeans before turning back to the omega, raising his hands placatingly when he, too, was met with a sharp, threatening growl. “Hey. You okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

There was an extended moment of silence. “…Bret?”

Oh, perfect, he’d been recognized– …Wait. He knew that voice. He squinted, edging closer, and fuck, now that his eyes had adjusted a little–

“…Shawn?!”

When it sounded like the men in the dumpster were starting to try and gather their bearings, Bret put his hand on – on Shawn’s shoulder and pushed him out of the alley and past the bar, letting his hand fall away and trusting Shawn to follow him as he lead them past another two buildings to turn the corner onto another block, and then a little further still, directly under a street light, far enough to see them coming if they tried it. After getting their asses handed to them so thoroughly, not just by their intended victim but by a little beta to boot, the alphas shouldn’t come sniffing around looking for seconds, but you could never be too careful.

“Jesus, Shawn, what the hell was that?” he hissed, shrugging his jacket off and settling it over Shawn’s shoulders in one fluid motion.

Or he would have, if the man didn’t take an immediate step back and bare his teeth at him, rubbing his arms. Bret scowled. “Can you stop being so stubborn for two seconds–”

“I’m two seconds from kicking you in the fucking balls, Bret, don’t test me,” Shawn barked, taking another step back for good measure. His voice was hoarser than it usually was, and Bret was a little worried about what he’d do if it cracked.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, sucked in a breath through his mouth, and blew it out through his nostrils. “Look,” he settled on, staring at Shawn hard, who stared right back. In the orange light illuminating them, he could more clearly see his rumpled clothes, his wrecked hair, his blotchy face, but if he could compare him to anything right now it’d be a cornered animal. “Just – put it under your nose, okay? I know I don’t have much of a scent, but it’s gotta be better than whatever the fuck they were giving off.”

Shawn scoffed, but flexed his fingers from where they were clutching at his biceps, moving his eyes to his jacket. “Gee, when’s the last time you took a high school health class?”

“In high school, asshole, now take it.”

Shawn curled his lip, looking ready to keep arguing, but, shifting his weight on his feet, decided it wasn’t worth the effort, and snatched the jacket from Bret instead. He paused once he had it, glaring at him like he was expecting him to say something, and when Bret just crossed his arms and gave him a look, he finally shoved it under his nose and took a deep breath. Half the tension in his body released in one fell swoop, and with it came a hitch as he buried his face in the leather completely, his hands starting to shake.

Bret, deciding to give him a modicum of privacy, looked behind Shawn to make sure they hadn’t been followed (they hadn’t) and moved to the curb to finally hail a cab. Two of them passed, occupied, before he heard Shawn move up next to him, his jacket still stuffed under his nose. His eyes were a little red, and a little wet, but his cheeks were dry. “I wanna puke,” he rasped, muffled into the leather, and Bret gave a humorless snort.

“If you’re gonna, do it here,” he said, waving at another taxi, and this one actually responded, starting to pull up. “I sure as hell don’t wanna smell it all the way back to Anaheim.”

That earned him a grumble, more lighthearted than anything he’d heard out of Shawn’s mouth tonight, and Bret hid his relief by walking around the idling cab to talk to the driver at his window, digging out his wallet. “You got a divider?”

“Sure do, brother,” the cabbie told him, jerking his thumb to the backseat and the tinted glass that separated him from it. “Got some wet wipes back there, too. Just don’t leave any stains, huh?”

Bret frowned, because that made it all too clear what he thought they were planning on doing in his backseat, but threw a handful of twenties into the driver’s lap anyway, enough to make his eyes widen comically. “That’s to get us to Anaheim. There’s more where that came from if you get us there in forty.”

“Hell, brother, I’ll get you there in thirty,” the cabbie exclaimed, and Bret straightened back up after giving him the hotel’s address, waving at Shawn to get in on his side, which he did one-handed, slamming the door behind him as Bret followed suit. The divider deafened the cabbie’s music to a low rumble, and, as they pulled off, Bret started digging around in the mesh pocket attached to the back of the driver’s seat until he emerged with the aforementioned wet wipes. He tore the pack open, pulling half of them out in one go and passing them over to Shawn, who took them automatically with the hand that wasn’t holding Bret’s jacket to his nose, but gave him a look that said he had no idea what Bret was trying to do here.

He gestured to his own throat. “For your scent glands,” he explained, and he could see the moment the light went off, because Shawn started scrubbing at either side of his neck like a man possessed. Bret used the rest of the wipes to clean his own hands and stuffed them into his pocket after he was done, sinking back against the creaky plastic seats like they might swallow him up, lack of give or no.

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not too far away - s.m. (part thirteen)

a/n: where he tests the race of time and she finally goes under

also listen to heaven’s not too far away by we three. this song gave me the idea for this series in the first place!! One more part left guys!

warnings: 10.4k words of heartbreak, the waiting game, and everything coming to light

XIII. heaven’s not too far away pt.2

her

“Y/N/N, you doing okay in there?”

The voice came from Demi, on the other side of the bathroom door. She had gotten you at four like you planned and carried your overnight bag into the car. She drove you to the hospital with all your favorite songs playing through the speakers and you hadn’t been able to talk through the whole ride. Instead, you stared out the passenger window, forehead against the glass, in case it was your last time seeing the city.

You couldn’t get yourself to look away from all of the streets and buildings you passed because this and Pickering was the only place you knew. You hadn’t been anywhere and you hadn’t done anything. It was heartbreaking because there were so many places you wanted to go and so many things you wanted to do but there was a chance you wouldn't be able to. So, you just took in the home you knew, hoping it would stick with you forever. Even when your phone vibrated in your lap, knowing it was from Shawn, you still couldn’t depart from the cool window that was calming down the stirring that was happening inside your stomach.

“Yeah,” you yelled back, eyes locked onto your form in the mirror before you turned around to unlock the door to see Demi stood on the other side. “Could you tie this for me?”

She smiled, that small Demi smile, and nodded. Standing behind you, you watched in the mirror as her fingers took the two strings at the base of your neck and tied them together, tightening the hospital gown around your frame. You felt frozen as your orbs scanned over your reflection. It was like a year and a half ago all over again except this time you weren’t underweight and on the brink of death. Hand gripping tightly to your arm, nails digging into the skin, you felt as Demi’s hand clasped gently around your shoulder. Turning your head, you smiled sadly at her before moving out of the bathroom and back into your hospital room they had assigned to you.

Pulling back the white crisp sheets, you crawled into the bed and tugged them over your bare legs that were covered in a pair of blue sleeping shorts that were hidden under the gown. Your fingers fiddled with the hospital band around your wrist as outside the door, your family stood talking to Patty with soft smiles. Even if someone was having the worst day in their life, she still could make them smile because she was that kind of person.

“Hey, Dem, could you reach into my bag over there and take out that large grey book?” you asked, sinking further into the pillows on the bed.

Lucky for you, since you had been around the hospital so long, you knew where to get all the best pillows and the softest blankets. Courtesy of Patty, of course. Being one of her favorite patients after all this time was a plus because she always hooked you up to the best stuff in the hospital; the best food, the secret to getting the best TV channels, and the best rooms. The rooms that always had a view on the side of the building where if you looked out the window, you could see the city lights. I’m sure all of these things would mean so much if you didn’t feel like you were about to die.

Your thoughts were brought back to reality as you felt the thick book in your lap. It was a scrapbook. The final gift you had to give out for the day. It was for your family. For the three most important people in your life, with a few pages dedicated to a few other people. You knew this was a way you would always live on. To have a book, covered back to front with of all the greatest memories, shared as a family. You loved them more than anything and if you weren’t going to be able to pull through this, you needed them to be able to get through that fact.

The scrapbook was a 12 x 12 and the cover was a light grey. A square was cut out of the front like a window, left to place a photo in the front. You had chosen one from the summer, where you all were snuggled around the campfire under the sky, faces illuminated only by the flames and the flash that came from the camera. It was months after you had been released from the hospital after being cured from treatment and at the time, your hair had only grown out to the bottom of your jaw compared to where it was now towards the top of your shoulders. Within the book, every single page was filled from pictures that you either ordered and picked up at the local pharmacy or had to dig through old boxes in that attic to find but you managed to do it.

It had been a work in progress for months, at first just being a regular gift, but now a going away gift it felt like. It was like a journey, the first pages showing pictures from when you and James were young and then taking a skip to high school and then to when you had been diagnosed with cancer.

Every family picture you had managed to find a place for. All to be decorated in their own unique ways with stickers, scrapbook paper, quotes you had printed or written. You had even used glitter which was not apartment friendly. From there, you had made individual pages for each of them. A few for your mom and dad and then some for James. You even threw in a couple for Demi, Shawn and Aaliyah and a few other friends you had in high school before you all graduated and went your separate ways.

Thinking about it now, you hadn’t heard from most of them for years and it wouldn’t be a huge shock that probably none of them knew about you being sick, but to be fair that was fine with you. The fewer people to know about it the better.

A sad smile had pulled at the corner of your lips as you opened the book and began to flip through the pages you had spent hours filling up at one point. Your fingers traced over the way each page felt and your eyes scanned everything making sure it was all perfect. At the sound of the door though, you closed the book and looked up to meet the eyes of your father. They looked tired but still sparkled as they laid on you. Right behind him was your mother and James.

“Hey, bug how are you feeling?” your dad asked, walking over towards the side of the bed.

“I’m doing alright,” you responded, head falling back into the feathery pillows.

He smiled, eyes crinkling as he did so, “That’s what I like to hear.”

“Honey, what’s this?” your mom’s voice filled your ears and you followed her gaze down to the book in your lap.

Your chest instantly became warm as you tilted the book so it faced the three of them, “It’s a scrapbook. I made it for you guys.”

Your mom’s hands gripped the front of the book, eyes starting to glaze over as she looked at the cover photo and as soon as she flipped it open to the first few pages, all of the tears started to fall. You kind of felt bad, making so many people cry in one day but technically it wasn’t your fault. It’s the fucking cancer’s.

Your dad’s eyes were getting hazy now too. The inner Bradley was coming out. “Y/N-”

“I just want you to know that whatever happens, I’m not going anywhere. I’m always going to be here,” you cut your dad off, voice soft and low already feeling all energy lost and prep for surgery hadn’t even started.

You could only hope that what you said felt uplifting to your family but there was a small chance that it only made them more sad. Either way, your dad moved the railing from the side of the bed down and climbed in next to you. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into his dad embrace. One that was tight and secure but not too much that you weren’t able to breathe properly. It was comfortable and felt safe. It made your fears disappear by the comfort of your dad and his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered into your hair.

“I love you too.”

Feeling the palm of your mom’s hand on your leg, over the blankets, you no longer felt scared of what would be happening in the next few hours. You knew that whatever happens, happens and there isn’t anything you can do about it.

Eyes looking up and past your mother, your gaze locked with your older brother who hadn’t said a word to you yet. He was silent, arms crossed over his chest, hands gripping his biceps tightly. His hair was messy and bags were present under his eyes that appeared drowsy and all around sad. He was chewing on his bottom lip, those eyes that matched yours glancing down your frame towards the scrapbook. His Adam's apple was bobbing and he was trying so hard to not cry.

You had never seen him look this broken, so out of hope, and at a dead end. History was repeating itself and though you wished he could, your big brother couldn’t protect you from this. He may have for everything else in your life whether it was keeping you from falling off of your bike to making sure all of the asshat boys would stay away from you and to fixing those endless rainy days by shining some sunlight on them. He had always been seen as your older brother, the one who would keep you safe from whatever was thrown your way in life, but there are just some things he can’t save you from, and that was the painful truth he would have to face.

him

“How’s that sound?” Shawn asked, taking the headphones off, as his foot tapped against the floor of the sound booth.

Teddy was nodding, a genuine smile on her face, “It sounds really good, Shawn.”

“Yeah?” he asked, voice lifting at the excitement that was forming within his chest.

“Yeah,” Teddy confirmed, finger pressing on the microphone button on the outside of the booth, “I think we are really onto something.”

He sent her an innocent smile, “Can I take a break then.”

She chuckled, “Yes you can take a break.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Shawn trampled out of the sound booth, instantly going for the water bottle he had been sipping on to relieve the tension and soreness that was forming in his throat. He unscrewed the top and began to drink of what was left, swallowing it in one large gulp. The coolness washing down the dryness that had formed from trying to sing the same verse over and over again. He was about to move across the room towards the mini fridge to take another bottle out, when he heard his phone vibrating against the coffee table where it was sat abandoned since his last break.

Tossing the empty plastic bottle into a nearby trash, he scooped the phone up in his hand to find James’s name across the top of his phone screen. Instantly, Shawn became a little confused about why the older Y/L/N was calling but answered and moved out into the vast hallway to gain some privacy.

“James, hey, what’s up?” he asked, a surprised chuckle falling from his parted lips.

“She’s lying to you.”

Shawn’s eyebrows furrowed as he leaned his back against the wall in the hallway, slightly worried about the tone that was evident in James’s voice. “What? What are you talking about?”

There was a pause, James taking a deep breath could be heard through the phone, and Shawn knew whatever he was going to say wasn’t going to be good, “Y/N. She’s lying to you, Shawn. She’s sick again.”

Shawn’s throat became dry, though he had just had some water. He was stunned into silence for a few seconds, “How bad is it?”

“She doesn’t have to go through chemo again, thank god, but she’s having surgery. She’s getting the cancer cells removed,” James explained, sounding completely broken up about it.

“When’s the surgery?” he asked the reality that this was actually happening not able to set in. He had left her the day prior and she hadn’t said anything. She had let him walk out of the door, knowing that she was sick and she didn't tell him. He thought they had gotten over this but deep down it was like they were sixteen all over again.

Another pause. “Today, at six. It’s about four o’clock in Toronto right now.”

“Shit,” Shawn mumbled frustratingly, hand coming up to scrub across his face, “How long has she fucking known and not wanted to tell me.”

“I don’t know when she found out but she didn’t tell us until after her birthday,” James replied, “She told everyone else about it today. Shawn your parents and Aaliyah are here. She didn’t want you to know, my guess the same reasons why she didn’t the first time we were in this situation but I walked into that hospital room and I realized I’m done doing what she wants. I should be doing what she needs and what she needs right now is you. She could die, it’s a risk with this surgery and you just need to be here.”

“Fuck,” he cried out loud, hand slapping against the wall next to him, “Okay, I’m on my way. I’m going to get on the nearest flight and I’ll be there in five hours tops.”

“You’re not going to make it,” James said sadly.

“I know,” he yelled back, “But I have to try. Just please keep me updated on how she’s doing.”

With that, Shawn hung up the phone and within that short phone call, his world had shifted. He had woken up the happiest he had been in a long time, and now felt like his heart had just been broken in half. Slipping the phone into his back pocket, he stormed back into the studio and began to tear apart the room in search of his car keys. His face was a shade of white, and his eyes were misty and everyone had not been ready for such a mood change in him. In fact, this was a way they had never seen him before.

“Shawn, what’s going on?” Teddy asked being the first to pick up on his panicked state.

“I need to find my keys,” he explained, breathlessly ripping the pillows off of the small couch that was sat in the corner of the room.

“Why do you need your keys?” she questioned but he didn’t answer. He was too busy trying to find them so he could get to the airport. Finally, she stood from where she was sat and approached the distraught twenty-year-old, hand reaching out to grab his arm, “Hey, take a deep breath and tell us what’s going on.”

Shawn shook his head, a frown permanently etched onto his lips, “I can’t take a breath. I need to get to the airport and get back to Toronto.”

“Has something happened?” she tried to get him to look at her but he couldn’t because he knew if he looked at Teddy he would start to cry and he couldn’t waste any time with his stupid tears.

“Yes,” he turned yelling towards her, startling her and the rest of the people in the room, “You see the girl who could potentially be the love of my life is a pain in the ass. She’s about to go into surgery to cut out the cancer she didn’t even tell me was back. So, yes, something has happened Teddy because her surgery is in two hours and she could die and I need to get home.”

Teddy went silent, the new information obviously stunning her. Shawn had talked about Y/N to his crew plenty of times over the years and as soon as he came back from his trip home, he completely burst with news of seeing her again. He had gone on and on about her the night he flew into LA and everyone could see that he had gotten a little crush but now proved to be a lot more. They never knew of her having cancer because he didn’t tell them.

She said that she was healthy and that the cancer was gone so it didn’t seem relevant to mention but now it wasn’t gone. It was there, inside her beautiful body, spreading, trying to take up every part of her precious being, hoping that it would kill her altogether.

Sighing, Shawn’s hand ran through his curls, tugging slightly at the ends, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled but I just need to go and get to her. Can someone please text Andrew and tell him what’s going on and that I’ll call him later?”

Teddy nodded, hand reaching out to pluck the car keys that were hidden under some sheet music, “Don’t worry about anything, okay. We’ll take care of it. Just focus on getting to her.”

He smiled, grateful for his great friend and producer, taking the keys and bolting for the door with only a small backpack on his back. It had his money and a few pairs of extra clothes in case he accidentally ended up falling asleep at the studio like had done many times before. He was lucky to have it because even if it wasn’t, there was no way he would’ve gone home to pack a bag of clothes. Shawn had only one thing on his mind now, career, music, life put aside. His only priority was getting home, to her.

her

You were becoming restless, sat in that damn bed. Sending Karen and Manny down to the cafeteria with your parents. James was supposed to be with Aaliyah outside, who still seemed hesitant coming in the room. For some reason though, Aaliyah was stood alone outside of the room, biting on her nails, eyes frantically moving around the busy floor. James wasn’t anywhere to be seen and you knew that this was your chance to talk to her finally. Patty was stood at your side doing the initial checkup every twenty minutes just to make sure you were doing alright. She was dressed in her usual blue scrubs, but today her hair was braided back into a bun. She was checking your vitals though you were stable and felt fine.

“Okay, everything is looking good,” she concluded, putting her pen back into the ring of your chart that was in her hands.

“Just like I was twenty minutes ago,” you chuckled.

Patty raised her eyebrows at your sass but smiled nonetheless, “Hey, it’s just protocol from Dr. Myers. You are a very special patient and he wants everything in order before the surgery.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, now actually getting slightly irritated with all of the talk about your surgery, “Anyways, do you think you could get Aaliyah for me. She’s just sat out there alone and I have a few things to say to her.”

Patty nodded and smiled, “Alright, and remember I’ll be back-”

“For another checkup in twenty minutes, I know,” you laughed, watching as she backed out of the room and turned towards the young teenager that was trying to hide her nerves.

Patty had said something to her before she disappeared in the opposite direction of your room and hesitantly, Aaliyah stood up from the chair, she was sat in outside the room, and turned the corner. She took small steps entering into the white room that was shining from the sunlight that was emitting from the window. The door closed behind her and with some sort of courage, she managed to cross the room and take a seat in the chair next to your bed.

“Hi,” you smiled.

Her eyes met yours, “Hi.”

“How are you holding up?” you asked, watching her twirl a piece of hair around her finger. She shrugged and that was all the answer you needed. “Where’s James?”

“Said he had to make a work call,” she mumbled back.

“And you didn’t think you could come in?”

She shrugged again, “That nurse was in here so I just thought that I shouldn’t.”

“She was just doing a checkup,” you explained, fingers pulling at a loose thread from the blanket thrown over you. “I’m doing okay.”

“Clearly not,” Aaliyah argued, expression becoming angry as tears welled into her sweet brown eyes, “You said that you were fine and that the cancer was gone but it’s not. You’re sat in a hospital bed about to have surgery. You’re not okay and I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.”

You felt your heart drop, clearly, you weren’t the only one who had doubts about you pulling through this surgery. Hand reaching out, it grabbed hers. “You don’t have to say goodbye. Not now, not ever, okay. I promise that I am going to be fine.”

Wiping at her tears, her head fell onto your arm on the bed, soft sobs raking her body. A single tear had escaped your eye and you quickly pushed it away as Aaliyah lifted her head, a question flooding from her mouth, hitting you where it hurts. “Why didn’t you tell Shawn? Why don’t you want him here?”

“Because I’m a stupid girl who is afraid to tell him that I’m in love with him,” you admitted, hand pushing her hair behind her ear.

Her eyes widened slightly, “You love him?”

You nodded, “I do.”

“I thought that was something you were just saying at lunch to console my parents,” she said, hand interlacing with yours, fingers fiddling with the band around your wrist.

“No, it wasn’t. It’s the truth. He might end up being the love of my life,” you smiled, hand reaching up to unclip the necklace around your neck that had been given out of love by the person you were going to miss the most, “Do you think you could do something for me?”

Aaliyah nodded, eyes trained on the necklace dangling in your hand. You dropped it in her palm and she stared at it, tears starting to dry on her cheeks. Her fingers traced over the continents before she turned it over to the date on the back. “Could you hold onto that for me during surgery? It means a lot to me and I want in the hands of someone who can keep it safe."

“It’s safe with me,” Aaliyah whispered, her hand clamping around the necklace.

“Thank you,” you said, hand stroking her cheek as you felt your eyes start to close, the exhaustion obviously taking a toll on you.

The last thing you could hear was the sound of Aaliyah’s voice whispering with her hand holding yours. “I love you, Y/N and there’s no one who would be a better big sister to me than you.”

You had fallen asleep and when you woke up, Aaliyah was gone from your side. Everyone was stood outside the room with Dr. Myers and a group of medical staff. Upon noticing your eyes, Dr. Myers made his way into the room while everyone else crowded around the doorway. He stood at the side of the bed, hand reaching over to push your hair back from your forehead. “Hey, kid, how you feeling?”

“Tired,” you admitted voice croaky, “How long was I out?”

“A while,” he replied, thumb running along the side of your head, a comforting smile on his face and as you glanced from him to your family and Demi. IN an instant you knew.

“It’s time isn’t it?” you asked.

He nodded, “Yes, it is. We need to start prepping you now.”

Biting onto your lip, you looked back towards your family, “Can I just have a few more minutes?”

“Of course.”

With that, he left and the small staff followed him. You took a deep breath, as your gaze moved to your family and Demi who seemed cautious and hesitant. Wanting a moment with your parents, James, and Demi alone was important in these last few waking moments. It was time to say goodbye in case you didn’t wake up again to say hello. With that, you asked to see your parents first and James and Demi waited patiently outside of the door in each other’s embrace. Demi’s head resting on James’s chest as his arms were wrapped around her torso. Your parents stood at your side, hands gripping your arm gently while your father’s arm was wrapped around your mother.

“Bug, you’re going to do great, okay? Don’t you worry,” your dad cooed.

“We both know, I’m not the one who’s worried, dad,” you replied, watching that mask he had put on to get through this fade.

“I know, you’re not, but we are,” he admitted.

A smile lifted at your lips and even at a time like this it was so genuine and your parents had never been so happy to have raised a heartwarming kind woman, “I just wanted to say that I love you guys so much. You really are the best parents anyone could ever have and I am blessed to have you in my life.”

“No, honey, we are blessed,” your mother said voice breaking, “We were given the best daughter.”

“We are so proud of you, bug,” you dad mumbled, snot falling from his nose as he wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, “And we will see you after the surgery.”

“Yeah,” you agreed though there was no way of being sure, “I’ll see you.”

With that, your father leaned down and placed a longing kiss to your forehead taking in the smell of his daughter’s sweet scent he had been around since the day she was born. Your mother followed and with one more smile sent their way, they walked out of the room.

James approached you slowly, eyes bloodshot and shirt wrinkled, short hair a mess on his head. He was a mess. You smiled towards him, reaching your hand out for him to take and he did. Towering over you, he gave you a tight squeeze that reminded you of all the times as a kid while in church, during one specific part when you had to hold hands with the people next to you. James would always squeeze your hand as hard as he could and you’d do it back, usually ending with you hissing in pain and hitting him in the shoulder.

“I’m so scared,” he whispered honestly, barely able to talk.

“I know,” you replied, squeezing his hand just as hard back.

“Are you?” he paused, swallowing the saliva in the back of his throat, “Are you scared?”

“I was, but I’m not anymore.”

He was sobbing, something that wasn’t common with your brother and something he had gotten from your dad. “What can I do? Is there anything that I can do?”

You squeezed his hand three times. 1. 2. 3. “You know there isn’t.”

“There has to be because I’m your older brother. I’m supposed to keep you safe.”

You nodded, smiling up at the one person you had grown up next to, not having a doubt in the world that there was anyone else who was more fitted to be your brother than James. “I know that you are, but we both know you can’t from this. There is only one thing you can do.”

His eyes were locked onto yours, though you appeared slightly blurry from his tears. His palm squeezing your cold one, he knew that he had made the right decision in calling Shawn. Everyone needed to be together at this time and if you loved him as much as you claimed too, this man should be there above anyone else.

“I need you to take care of mom and dad,” you continued, watching as James shook his head because this was the exact thing he didn’t want to hear. “Just in case. I need you to promise that you’ll be there for them for everything. They have taken care of us all our lives and they might need you now to take care of them. Oh, and don’t let them dress me in a black dress at my funeral or play any of that sad shit, okay? I want to be dressed in pure white and have Bob Marley’s Don’t Worry playing over my casket.”

This caused him to chuckle, a sad chuckle but it was still a laugh. He nodded clearly not able to say anything as you swung his hand back and forth on the bed not done with your small goodbye speech. “I also want you to look out for Aaliyah, she seems the most scared about all of this and I need her in your safe arms when she needs it. And above all else, take care of my best friends. Shawn will probably deal with this the hardest and he will need you as a friend to help him get back on top. He’s just a guy who holds so much love in his heart and this might break him a little and you’re the one person I know will get through to him. And Demi, god Demi, you better treat her right, mister, or I’m going to come back and haunt you.”

James nodded again as you mustered the largest smile you could, “I love you, big brother.”

He squeezed your hand as he whispered one last thing to you, “I love you too.”

He sent you one last look over his shoulder as he left the room. The door only fell shut for a mere second, before Demi threw it open and ran in. She had seen your parents and James and the tears that were down all of their faces. Somehow she was convinced to not let you do the same to her. She ran over to you, hands cupping around your face causing your eyes to widen in shock. Her nostrils were flaring and her bottom lip was quivering but she was managing to keep it together.

She took a deep breath before she opened her mouth to speak, “Please, whatever you do, don’t die!”

You smiled and a small laugh fell from your lips, “I won’t because then who is going to be the one to sit around and listen to you rant about my brother.”

“Y/N, please, if there is some sort of white light run into the opposite fucking direction,” she begged, stroking your cheeks with the pads of her thumbs.

You rolled your eyes playfully at her words but you were drawn back to the sigh that sounded from her as she continued, “You and I are not finished, do you hear me? We haven’t made it to college graduation or even traveled the world yet. I need you as my maid of honor when I get married and more than anything I need you at my side with my first baby. I need to be able to call you when my husband is being ridiculous so we can go out and drink all of our happy life problems away because our lives will be so great that we won’t have any real problems to worry about. It’s supposed to be me and you. Don’t you see, I need you. You and I are not finished.”

Your eyes are glazed over and as you are about to respond the door opens and Dr. Myers flashes an apologetic smile, “Y/N, I’m afraid that it’s time to go.”

You nodded, looking back up towards Demi, your heart filled with love and happiness. Removing her hands from around your face, you held them as nurses and doctors began to unlock the wheels on the bed, and unhook the wires that were connected to your body. “You and I will never be finished. Whatever happens, I’m always going to be there for you.”

Tears flooded her vision, as you dropped her hands and the medical staff began to move you. They wheeled you out and into the hallway where your family was and behind them; Loretta, Demetrius, Karen, Manny, and Aaliyah stood. Demi walked behind the bed and as you gave each person one last wave or a shake of your hand, you were wheeled away with their words of encouragement following.

You became silent, gaze locked onto the ceiling as you were rolled down the hall, hands bunched into the blanket at your sides. That panic, that distraught, burning feeling from drowning wasn’t there. Those feelings from that dream had swallowed you and your fears so many times in the past, but now all you felt was complete and utter peace as you were moving towards what could be the final destination.

Dr. Myers and Patty were on each side of you. They were dressed for surgery, in their scrubs and scrub caps. Patty’s was just a pink color while Dr. Myers had large planes and white fluffy clouds. It was the only one you had ever seen him wear. You chuckled out loud, causing the man to look down at you. “I see you still have the same old scrub cap.”

“It’s my lucky scrub cap,” he said with a smile, glad to see you were calmer about the whole thing than how everyone else appeared to be.

Closing your eyes, you sighed, your smile becoming softer as your body felt like it was sinking deeper and deeper into the bed’s thin mattress. “Dr. M, I don’t believe in lucky scrub caps so the only thing I can say right now, is please don’t let me die.”

him

It had been two hours. He wasn’t even halfway there yet. The whole time he could only stare out the window at the sky, his mind too jumbled to focus on anything else. He wasn’t going to make it before the surgery, in fact, he knew she was probably going in right now. His chest ached, and his leg couldn’t stop bouncing up and down, obviously annoying the person sat next to him. The fear of never seeing her again made him feel sick and he had been lucky enough to get to the airport right as a flight was loading, though the only remaining seats were in coach, he didn’t care. Shawn didn’t care that he was stuck next to an older man who snored, or that he almost got mauled by fans who recognized him at the airport. He didn’t care that he was supposed to still be in the studio or had a meeting call later. None of it mattered, not right now.

Phone vibrating in his lap, Shawn had ignored the other messages he had gotten from his family, friends, or work members because he was just too worried about the girl he had given his whole and entire heart to think that finally, everything had worked out. Turned out the world was fucked up and unfair. There was a pulling at his guts, telling him to look at the message though, so he did. He picked up the phone and felt his heart stop and mouth open in shock. There at the top of all the notifications and messages was her name. Y/N had sent him a video, it looked like.

He struggled to plug in his headphones because his hands were shaking so much. Once they were in, he stared down at the screen for a minute, not knowing what to think, before he opened the message and clicked on the play button of the video. It opened and there on the screen was footage of Y/N tucked into a hospital bed with her long shiny hair wrapped up in blankets.It was from years ago. Her face was rounder and her skin much paler. A pair of headphones were on her chest and her father’s voice could be heard as he started to talk. “Hey, bug, you okay?”

The teenage girl shook her head, not bothering to look at the camera. “Shawn’s first album was released today and he’s becoming everything I knew he could be.”

“And you miss him?” Bradley asked to which Y/N nodded.

“I miss him more than anything, dad. We’ve never been away from each other for this long before.”

“Do you think maybe you want to tell him? About the cancer?” her dad questioned.

She became very still, thinking for a long time before answering, “No. I can’t do that to him. Things are finally taking off for him and I can’t give him any reason to give it all up and come back home.”

The video went black for a second as those had been the exact same words she had screamed at him the night of her party. The night, he found out about the real reasons of why the last four years had been how they were. She cared so much about him and was selfish at the same time. She had would his career and his dreams above of own wants and needs and though she may have handled the situation wrong, he still appreciated it all.

Suddenly, music started to play, traveling into Shawn’s ears, the lyrics making his heart speed up in his head.

Honey, I thought you should know. That I’m in a hurry. I’ve got to move up north. But it’s just temporary.

From there the video flashed quickly back and forth of pictures and videos of Y/N and Shawn as kids leading up to the years before he left Pickering. The lyrics piercing his heart with each word. Was she trying to say goodbye? Because this was not the way to do it, he thought eyes glistening with fresh tears.

When I look at you I see your beauty. Now my baby boy he’s going to lose me. But heaven’s not too far away.

And like a bunch of bricks to his chest, as the music started to get louder like it was about to hit the chorus, a picture of Y/N moved onto the screen. She was bald and smiling, looking just like he imagined her to look with no hair, absolutely beautiful. The pictures and videos continued of her. In the hospital, getting chemo, making jokes with her doctor, singing along to one of his songs.

It went on until one last video appeared. Y/N was sat in a wheelchair, a bunch of members of the hospital surrounding her as she was dressed in a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. Confetti burst around her and a banner appeared with bright pink letters congratulating her on being cancer free. She was smiling so big, that dimples appeared on the sides of her lips, and her cheeks were dusted this soft rosy shade. Then she stood up like the strong woman she was and with hugs going around, walked out of the hospital. She probably expected it to be the last time but had gotten thrown one more curve ball.

No honey, I don’t want you to go. Please know that I have to. Look how the cancer has grown. I think it’s time to go home.

He was crying. Shawn could feel the tears staining his cheeks as the pictures and videos changed again. This time being all from the last few weeks. The weeks he had spent with her; fixing their friendship, healing their hearts, and falling in love. The first one being from the hockey game when he had convinced her to take a selfie. Both smiling and dressed in Maple Leaf clothes, Shawn’s arm was slung across her shoulders and she had leaned into his side for the picture. They both were smiling brightly despite the awkward tension between them at the time.

Then came a few videos from game nights they had with the family or crazy dinners. There’s was videos of them just acting like complete idiots together, resembling exactly how they used to act as kids. Nothing had changed between them that much besides the feelings that had been recognized as wanting to be more than just friends.

Yes, I can still hear your voice. Sounds just like it did. And I can still feel your hand when it touches my skin.

Then they moved into Y/N’s birthday. There were so many. A picture of them leaning into each other at the table during the game of Bullshit to them laughing over dinner. There were videos that Aaliyah had sneakily recorded of Shawn fiddling with Y/N’s fingers in his lap, eyes locked onto her smiling face. To finally pictures of them dancing in her yard. They were pressed so closely and it looked so intimate like they really were a couple, though at the time there had been no label put on them. There were videos of him twirling her, talking to her with a smile on his lips showing just how happy she had made him. As the small video ended with her head falling onto his chest as they danced, the video went black again for a single frame.

But Heaven’s not too far away. I know someday you’ll visit.

Shawn could hear his own laughter through the headphones and a sad smile formed on his lips as the video appeared on the screen. This was in Y/N’s apartment one night after he had stayed over in the last few days they were together. She was tangled on top of him, her phone out, as they were on the floor after Shawn had caused them to fall off. Laughter was flooding through the both of them as she recorded it and it ended with him leaning up and placing a sweet kiss to her lips.

Honey, I thought you should know. That I’m in a hurry.

The music’s volume lowers, fading along the background, as sounds like someone was trying to adjust a camera was being made and then after a few seconds, a light appeared and on the screen there she was. Y/N was dressed in that navy blue shirt that belonged to Shawn and the morning sun was illuminating her face, those freckles noticeable on her nose. She was sat on the small step in the living room, the back of Shawn’s kitchen in view, probably being filmed on her phone. Hugging her knees to her chest, his shirt covered her frame as a small smile graced her precious lips. By it all, he could tell that this was from yesterday. This was the same day he had his flight and not a doubt was in his mind that this was after he left.

She was biting hard onto her bottom lip as her eyes looked into the camera. “Oh. my god, I can’t believe I am doing this.”

She mumbled for a few seconds, trying to get the courage to speak, before finally she took in a deep breath, “Shawn, let’s face I am a stupid stupid girl. No, actually, I’m a coward. I just let you walk out of that door without telling you how completely in love with you I am.”

Shawn’s heart stopped and then skipped a beat all together as his hands held onto his phone so tightly, his knuckles were turning white. She loved him. She finally said it out loud and all he wanted was for her to keep saying it over and over again until he felt like it was true.

“I love you. I love you,” she continued on his screen, her voice going soft as her fingers ran through her short hair, “It’s not fair, I know and I am so sorry but it doesn’t matter because at the end of the day, I love you and you love me and that’s what matters. Shawn, you are one of the best people in my life. Ever since I knew what it was like to get romantic feelings for a boy, I think that’s when my heart started to beat faster around you and that fluttering started to come alive in my stomach. So, I was that girl who had a little crush on her best friend and the family friend. I was also too stubborn to say anything, so I didn’t for years. But by the time we got to high school, I couldn’t take it anymore. You were this cute, kind-hearted, talented boy who had made his way into my mind and never left. There were so many times when I wanted to say something but then you started dating Lauren and then you weren’t and then you had to leave Pickering and the timing just never seemed right for us.”

“Since then, I’ve never really tried to love anyone else because even though I was sick and you were traveling across the world, that sixteen-year-old boy who shot covers in his room had never left my mind. And I promised myself, I would wait for him to come home but then you did and I got scared. So I guess I was as much of a coward then as I am now. But in the end, I got you. I got you, Shawn. I have you, and I have never been as happy as when I’m with you. I love you and I know that we have no idea what’s going to happen. It’s scary and terrifying. It’s the oblivion. I know this will feel impossible at times, but I know that you’ll be okay and if all else fails just know that I’m not too far away. That heaven will never be too far away.”

I’ve gotta move up north. But it’s just temporary.

Just like that, it was over. The time ticked out and the screen went black and Shawn had never felt so empty in his whole entire life. It was a declaration of her feelings and somewhat of an explanation but it felt like a shitty one at that. He knew he deserved more than that. A video sent to him. He needed to hear those words out loud face to face and above all he needed that chance. Things couldn’t end this way, the universe couldn’t be that cruel. He couldn’t let go, not now, not ever. It felt unreal to him. Like his once fluffy cloud had gone grey and a storm had started to stir. It felt so wrong, that he put himself through the pain of clicking play on the video again.

her

There you were, lying on that cold table. Drapes were over your body and a tube was down your throat and your abdomen was bare and exposed. Unconscious, with a bunch of doctors surrounding you and Patty, sat at your head petting your hair down, eyes not able to look away from your sleeping form. Beeping sounded throughout the whole room, from the machines you were hooked up to that was keeping track of your heart rate and other stats.

Along with that, there were IV’s coming out of your arms and bags of blood near if needed. A surgical cap was pulled over your head and there were lights shining over your body for all of the doctors to see. Trays of surgical instruments lined back and forth and behind that on the wall were your latest scans of where the Mets were. The doctors were dressed in OR gowns over their scrubs, white thick gloves on their hands, and face masks over the bottom half of their faces.

Dr. Myers stood to the right side of you, in his lucky scrub cap, headlamp on his head, and clean scrubbed hands raised as he glanced from the different surgeons that filled the room. Some new, and just starting out, as young adults not knowing who you were or your case, and then there were others who had been there through the whole thing. An important case is what Dr. Myers labeled you and had only requested the best for this procedure. Taking a deep breath, his eyes found your face for a split second before looking back at his staff.

“This girl on this table just turned twenty last week and the only thing she asked of me was to not let her die. She has been on my table a handful of times and had gone through chemo and radiation for three years, so the only thing I ask of you tonight is to help me save her life. It’s a nice night for it, let’s do this.”

With that, he stuck his right hand out, palm up, authority present on his face as he looked towards the scrub nurse, “Scalpel.”

him

It was nine o’clock when Shawn landed and nine thirty when he got to the hospital. It was raining. Pouring, actually, and as he parked his car into the closest parking spot he could find, he bolted from the car not caring that he didn’t have an umbrella. He was soaked immediately. Curls wet against his forehead, he sprinted to the front doors and as he approached they opened automatically for him.

Water was dripping from his body as the front lobby came into his view. It was large and filled with blue navy cushioned metal chairs. For those who were waiting, waiting for the answers about their loved ones, waiting for hope to fall onto their shoulders to make it seem like everything hadn’t gone to shit. Shawn in the back of his mind prayed that by the end of the night he wouldn’t be one of those people.

He was jogging, slipping across the white tiled floor, head turning frantically back and forth looking for someone or anyone that could help him or show him where to go and then his eyes found it. The place he was supposed to go, he stopped in his tracks, eyes locked onto the only people who sat in those hard chairs. It was his family, your family, Demi, and then Loretta and Demetrius. They were sat by one another, bent over, like they were praying.

Manny sat on the end and two chairs over was Karen. Sandwiched in between them was Aaliyah, who had her fingers interlaced gripping them so tightly. Manny’s arm was around his daughter while Karen seemed busy rubbing Katherine’s back who was next to her. Kleenexes were pressed into the lady’s palms and though she always looked lovely and put together, now she just seemed completely out of it.

Bradley sat next to his wife, hand clasped around her knee as he stared at the ceiling, eyes not able to sit still. In the next two chairs were James and Demi. Demi had her face pressed into James' neck as her hands gripped his shirt tightly like he was the only thing keeping her upright. James’ head leaned against her’s, eyes fluttering open and close like he was about to fall asleep.

Then there at the very end was Loretta and Demetrius. Loretta was tapping her fingers against her thigh as she counted the dots on her shit while Demetrius looked at the book that was held in his hand. He wasn’t reading it but just holding it. Shawn knew which book it was from where he stood because besides it being Y/N’s favorite book it was also his.

Walking over there, to not startle them, every single pair of eyes lifted to his wet frame. His eyes were cloudy as his lips were drawn to a frown and the sound of the water slipping down on his body echoed in the air as it slapped against the floor. He knew she was in surgery, he knew hours ago, but that didn’t stop his mouth from opening and asking the question, voice breaking all together, “Where is she?”

Manny’s arm unwrapped from around Aaliyah and he stood at the view of his son in front of him. He approached Shawn, sadness on his face, as he tried to comfort the broken boy but he couldn’t find the words to say anything besides, “Shawn.”

“Where is she?” he raised his voice, though he knew there was no reason for it but he had a bad feeling about being there and he needed to see her. He needed to say that he loved her. “I need to see her.”

Manny tried to take Shawn’s arm in his hand, but the singer just shrugged him off. Those broken amber eyes looked around at everyone else who couldn’t find the words either. How were you supposed to tell someone that the love of their life was in surgery and could die at any minute? You couldn’t, you needed to think of better things because if you thought of the worst, the easier it would convince you that it was true.

“I have to see her,” Shawn cried, body exhausted from the flight, from running, from crying. He was about as out of it as anyone else, if not more. “Please, I need to see her. She can’t die.”

her

Dr. Myers movements had gone still. His light was shining into your body cavity and silence had washed over the room as they waited for him to say something, anything, or have his movements start again. Finally, Patty was the one who had been the one to call him out on the scared shitless look that appeared on his face.

“What is it?” she asked, hand pressed to your forehead, worryingly.

Dr. Myers looked up, gaze towards her and his face dropped even more, “The Mets have spread since her last visit. It’s starting to move up past her pelvis and towards the abdomen.”

It was like a pin dropped at the news, the kind that no one wanted to hear. Patty closed her eyes as a shaky breath passed her lips. “Are you going to close her up?”

He shook his head as he picked up the ten blade again and started to make small little cuts, “No.”

“That means you’re going to have to cut out more tissue to get it all. Is that really what we should do?!” Patty questioned no longer calm.

“Well, what do you want me to do? Close her up and send her back to the chemo chair? She barely survived chemo last time, I’m not putting her back there,” he stated, pausing to give a hard stare towards Patty. Tension was thick in the air, but he ignored the stares from the other staff and turned back to the task at hand.

“Clamp!” he demanded.

him

“You know that you can’t,” Manny tried this time, able to talk as his hand gripped onto his son’s shoulder, “She’s in the middle of an invasive procedure.”

Shawn’s hand came up to grip his dad’s forearm like he was about to fall over. “Dad, she can’t die without me telling her.”

“Bud, she knows that you love her,” Manny mumbled as everyone else watched in tears.

“No!” he yelled, “I need to tell her.”

At this point, tears were falling from Shawn’s eyes, mixing with the rain that was still stuck to his skin. He was sobbing, pleading in front of more people then he would ever allow but that’s how horrible this felt. It was like his heart was being torn from his chest and he didn’t care to show his weakness to the world because he felt too exhausted and too upset. Karen stood from her spot next to Katherine and tried to gather her son in her arms but he pushed her away too.

“Shawn, we know this seems impossible but she is going to be okay,” Karen said, tears of her own appearing, “Please just sit down. They should be done soon.”

He shook his head, hands coming up to tug on his curls. How could she do this to him? Make him fall in love with her and not warn him about the heartbreak ahead of time. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was finally his and he was her’s. It was supposed to be like that for a long time and it seemed, he was losing her not even a week after he confessed his feelings.

her

“Damn it!” Dr. Myers voice cursed through the room.

Patty’s eyes widened as she looked up at him. “What now?”

“She’s losing too much blood. I need you to start hanging more bags right away and I need to cauterize this bleeder and get it under control before it gets worse,” the scrub nurse and surgeons that had been assisting began to hang the bags of blood.

Dr. Myers began to pack as much gauze as he could into your body trying to stop the bleeding that formed as someone was preparing the cautery instrument to cauterize. That’s when the beeping cut through the air sharply. It was rapid and loud sending everyone in a frenzy.

“Her pressure’s dropping!”

him

“Shawn, please,” Karen begged.

He was shaking, sobs raking through his body. At this point, Manny had his arms wrapped around his son trying to keep him back from trying to run. Shawn, on the other hand, was using everything he had left him to get free from his father’s grip. He had to get to her.

At this point Bradley and James were stood too, saying things towards Shawn but it was no use, it was going in one ear and out the other. Katherine soon was on her feet, hands holding Shawn’s face trying to talk him down but it was like though his eyes were looking at her he couldn’t see her. He was having an anxiety attack, they all knew it. It was the worst they had ever seen. Starting to hyperventilate, his legs were like jello and his throat was raw from screaming.

Nurses had started to appear, being able to hear his yells from down the halls. They had jogged over and tried to remove Manny’s arms from around Shawn, but he was too scared to let go. It all became too much and the younger Mendes found herself jumping from her seat to get to her brother. She pushed Katherine aside and looked into her brother’s broken eyes. Ripping the necklace from her pocket, she shoved it into his hand. Shawn’s head fell, eyes locking onto the golden chain. He turned it over with his fingers before he looked back up towards his little sister.

“She asked me to hold onto it for her but I think she wanted me to give it to you,” Aaliyah whispered, stroking her brother’s damp skin, “Shawn, she loves you. She loves you. She loves you.”

her

That rapid beeping stopped and instead it became continuous meaning only one thing. Dr. Myers’s head snapped into the direction of the heart monitor. There wasn’t a line that was spiking with each beat that resounded around your chest. In fact, there was nothing. Both HR, for heart rate, and BP, for blood pressure, were flat. A question mark showed in the right corner under where it said the patient’s name and had Y/N Y/L/N flashing across the screen. A red alert was signaling.

“I’m starting chest compressions,” Dr. Myers called out, ripping the headlamp from his head and dropping it to the floor.

He slid across the floor up towards your chest and as his eyes glanced at the girl behind the drapes, he felt his blood run cold. Folding his hands together into a fist, he began pushing up and down in the middle of your chest, counting in his head with each movement. Your whole body jerked as your chest was pushed down and then proceeded back to its original place. Chin tucking down to hit your neck, Patty was crying at the girl laying in front of her. “Get a crash cart!”

Patty leaped from her chair above your head and sprinted to the corner of the room, pushing the cart from where it sat. She wheeled it over towards the side of the OR table. Dr. Myers ripped the paddles from the cart as the other lead surgeon on the case continued with the chest compressions. “Charge to 300.”

Quickly preparing the paddles in his hands, Dr. Myers stared wide eyed and terrified at the patient on the table. A buzzing noise came from the machine as he rubbed the two paddles together then hovered them both over your chest. “Clear.”

Patty pushed the button and the volts of electricity shot into your body. Everyone’s eyes locked onto the monitor as the line changed. The rhythm shot up and fell down in a zigzag motion as the question marks turned to numbers. The numbers increased, heart rate coming to 30 and BP to 40/24 but within seconds both had fallen back to zero. The question marks appearing on the screen again.

“Charge again,” Dr. Myers yelled refusing to move the paddles from your chest, “Clear.”

him

The sound of Aaliyah’s voice began to fade and Shawn felt all strength in his legs give out. He collapsed into his father’s arms and gently Manny lowered his twenty-year-old son onto the ground.

A puddle of water had formed around him and he squeezed his eyes shut, sobs still falling from his mouth. The necklace wrapped tightly in his palm as he tried to control his breathing. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and everything just seemed wrong. Bringing his knees to his chest, Shawn wrapped his arms around his legs. His head fell against his legs, able to smell the spring rain that stuck to his clothes.

Sobs becoming whimpers, nailings digging into his legs. He was losing it. There was nothing left in him, yet the tears continued. His damp curls were in his eyes and his head felt like it was going to burst. Was this what it felt like to die? Or was he just going to pass out? Maybe that’s how bad the pain was.

His eyes were closed and he shut out everything else behind him. The voices faded like white noise, and the feeling of others touching him went numb. All he could hear was her laughter, all he could smell was her coconut shampoo, and all he could see was her. Splayed across his bed, in his shirt, morning light in her face as she smiled and laughed, hands intertwined with his. All he could feel was her; her lips, her hands, her body. Only her. This was it. This was how it all fell apart, straight into his lap.

her

Did you say it?

“Come on, Y/N,” Dr. Myers whispered, paddles still pressed against your skin, as his eyes scanned for that rhythm. That one rhythm. “Charge again. Clear.”

I love you.

The numbers rose and fell again. Nothing. “Come on, don’t die on me! Charge to 400. Clear.”

Did you say it before it was too late? Before it was gone?

“We’re losing her!” Patty declared.

I love you

“Charge to 400 again. Clear!”

Did you? Or did you let it hold you back? The fear of admitting that you’ve fallen. Scared to commit to another person. Scared that love would hurt you. Fail you. Break you.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you are not going to slip away, you hear me! You told me to not let you go and there is no way that I’m going to but I can’t do this on my own.”

You should’ve said it. I love you because what it comes down to is at the end of the day…

“Damn it! Again!”

… wouldn’t you rather risk all of that…

“V-fib! Clear!”

… than to never love at all?

next part

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okayoonoh · 5 years

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TEN’S FAMILY

here’s the guide to ten’s rambunctious family! i have so many ideas for ten’s family it’s hard to settle for just one main one lol

here’s the masterlist to all things nct dad related! a johnny family scenario is coming out soon ;)

CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKUL (TEN)

he has three kids, 2 boys and 1 girl. kasem leechaiyapornkul (kaleb) is the oldest, 3 years later, somchai leechaiyapornkul (shawn) was born, and 5 years after that, amarin leechaiyapornkul (aria) was born.

(when aria was born, kaleb was 8 and shawn was 5)

KASEM LEECHAIYAPORNKUL (KALEB): >> as a baby <<

ooh boy

he was a trouble maker from the start

you guys thought you were ready for parenthood

which you were

but you weren’t ready for kaleb

he was a handful

he broke everything he touched

like he was gifted with a mountain of toys

broke every single on of them

how?

the world may never know.

he was a handful that never gave you guys a break

but those few moments when he’ll flash you a smile that looks just like his dad’s?

everything was worth it

he honestly just was a lot tho

like if you know return of the superman

he’s a lot like ko seungjae with how crazy he can be

like he was really advanced as a baby too

like the second he learned how to crawl

he was already trying to stand up by himself

he was really good with rhythms at a young age

like most babies just bang on stuff

but if you played music

he would genuinely try to keep in time with everything

and he lowkey does

a musical prodigy tbh

he wasn’t that sensitive

like he wouldn’t cry at the smallest things

he just was full of energy 24/7

like if you didn’t swaddle him while he was sleeping

he would mess up the whole entire bassinet

he also loved to grab your hair like all the time

it was really annoying

it got to the point where either you tied your hair up constantly or you cut it

but he didn’t grab your hair just for the fun of it

he grabbed it because he wanted to bring your face down closer to his so you can give him a big ‘ole kiss

he was full of boundless energy but it’s with good reasons

>> as a child <<

still a trouble maker

he’s the main source of your’s and ten’s headaches

you know how like ten can be annoyingly cute?

that’s kaleb 24/7

loves to boss around his younger siblings

you’ve had to have many conversations with him about that

ten: kaleb, your siblings are not your servants.

kaleb: but i’m the oldest!

ten: that’s true. we take it back

you: nO THAT’S NOT TRUE TEN WHY DID HE SWAY YOU SO EASILY?

ten is so happy that his first child was a son

all of the things he mentioned in that one live about his son

he’s gonna do it

from a young age, kaleb already knew how to speak thai, english, and a little bit of mandarin

he taught him how to dance

he taught him how to play piano

honestly just like

baby ten?

that’s kaleb

ten is really good at handling him

but like if it’s logic that ten can’t argue with

then you’re screwed

for example

kaleb: dad, let’s cover the house with bubbles so it cleans everything and we can play in them

ten: that is a compelling argument son, but i like the way you think. so efficient

kaleb: anD MOM WILL LIKE IT TOO! WE’LL CLEAN THE HOUSE FOR HER!

thank god you were out of soap that day

the two of them feed off of each other’s energies tbh

like, again, return of the superman

ten and kaleb would be running up and down the streets

like you’ll send them on a task to just get some eggs or something

and they’ll return with the eggs!

but also like 500 different kinds of candy

and a cat

he loves animals

he’s really empathetic

he doesn’t deal with any bs tho

like if someone is complaining about something that isn’t a problem

he doesn’t deal with it

he’ll straight up tell them to stop

he’s best friends with johnny’s oldest, noah seo.

they’re honestly just like their dads when they hang out

genetics is weIRD

they relate with each other a lot because they both are the oldest and they both have a little brother and a baby sister

noah calms kaleb down

kaleb brings up noah’s energy

a dynamic duo if i do say so myself

>> as a teen/adult <<

a little better

he’s still pretty bubbly and playful

but when it gets serious

he can be serious

he became a dancer alongside lee youngchul

they work together in their studio

they learned baby don’t stop for their dads and their dads were sO HECKIN PROUD LIKE THEY CRIED

he loves to choreograph stuff for groups

he’s usually the one who choreographs the dance of the year like every year

he has tens nose and lips, but your eyes

he loves to tease people

not so much a prankster

he loves to tease people like vocally

he can sing, but he prefers dancing

everyone wants him to debut lol

he doesn’t really want to

he already kinda does

he’s so wholesome and goofy

but when it gets to dancing

he can be bad cop

youngchul doesn’t have it in him to be bad cop

but kaleb?

it’s all about the dance

he’ll apologize before every practice

like “i’m sorry if i say something that offends you, but you don’t get to your goals by slacking.”

he makes his dancers work HARD

youngchul usually deals with the rookies and the newbies and the younger ones

but kaleb deals with the advanced groups and stuff

and ooh boy

he tells it as it is

like if he can tell that no one practiced

he’ll just end rehearsal right then and there

people still want to learn from him tho

and they know that he’s not doing this with any evil intent

he just respects dance and visual arts so much that he needs to know that people will be as dedicated as him

he’s a genuinely cool person tho

like when it’s not about dancing, he’s one of those guys who you can do anything with

if he sees one of his dancers genuinely struggling, he’ll stay with them after practice as late as they want to work

he’ll order them food too while they work hard

he admires hard work more than talent

honestly, a really good person/teacher who gives off the best results because of it.

SOMCHAI LEECHAIYAPORNKUL (SHAWN): >> as baby <<

an actual sweetheart

it’s like the universe gave you grace bc kaleb was such a meanie

he didn’t really cry that much

he was pretty calm

even when he cried, it wasn’t super loud

like he made the face of a crying baby

but his volume was somewhat quiet

his brother would make him cry a lot (on accident tho)

like kaleb would just want to go and play with him

but then he forgets that babies can’t catch

and the ball hits shawn in the face

and shawn will start crying

but kaleb would go and hug him, just repeating

“don’t tell mom, don’t tell mom, don’t tell mom.”

shawn wouldn’t

shawn can’t even talk yet lmao

anyway

he was just a sweetheart and people pleaser

like his older brother, he started learning languages asap

he was pretty smart too

but he was way more empathetic than anything

like he knew when ten would be gone for tour

and he’d cry if he saw a video or picture of him

same for you too

like if you were gone, he’d cry too

he loves his family so much

he was pretty curious as a little baby tho

like he would always follow kaleb

he would even copy everything kaleb did

like from a young age he looked up to kaleb and wanted to be like him

he wasn’t too much of a hassle

he would play by himself well

he was a little bit of a picky eater

he had a weak stomach :(

if you gave him something that was a little too strong in a certain flavor, he would throw up

but he wouldn’t want you to worry and most times he’d try to hold it in

but his stomach is just too weak :(

it’s okay tho, he’s still a pretty happy baby regardless

>> as a child <<

still calm

adores his older brother

does whatever his older brother says

he thinks kaleb is the coolest person in the world

he looks just like you tbh

he’s really good at taking care of his little sister

he doesn’t boss her around

shawn tries to keep the peace

he doesn’t have the most overwhelming personality like kaleb and aria

he’s just chill

he’s best friends with mark’s oldest, ethan lee, and jaehyun’s oldest, jung lani

they’re honestly the dream team

like their all so smart

they just make such woke decisions

like for example

if you sent the three of them to go get snacks

they would combine their money and get one of those gigantic value bags

seeing the three of them together is so endearing

like the three of them listen so well

if you’re out with them and they walk together, they’ll all hold hands so they don’t lose each other

no one knows where this adorable bond comes from

but it’s just so nice

they’re all supportive of each other too

ug h

just the sweetest

i’ll stop now bc this is about shawn lol

he loves his friends and family

he’s not super sensitive

but if kaleb is mad at him, he’ll cry

he still likes to follow kaleb and do what he does

kaleb tries to mess with him, but shawn just replies with so much love

like kaleb would pull a prank

or say something like “why did you do something like that?”

“because i love you, phi*!”

*the thai version of hyung

kaleb can’t stay mad at him for too long lol

shawn likes to follow you around with whatever you do lol

like if you’re cooking, he wants to watch

if you’re cleaning, he’ll help you

he loves his family so much

he enjoys the sun and outdoors

he also enjoys taking care of the younger ones

he’s such a good older brother to aria

like he can prepare her formula, grab her diapers, etc.

he’s so helpful and just a joy to have in the house

you’ve only had to scold him once or twice in his entire life lol

kaleb has to be scolded like once or twice a day lololol

honestly, he’s just so wholesome and made your’s and ten’s life easier

>> as a teen/adult <<

became a kindergarten teacher

he loves the simple life

doesn’t really want to be a full time idol, but he loves that his friends and family are

he is SO attractive tho

literally everyone is attracted to him

he does a little modeling on the side

after ethan and lani tricked him into going to an audition

but he prefers his job as a kindergarten teacher

he teaches at like an international school

he’s really good at it too

he teaches in english, but he can also teach in thai, mandarin, korean, japanese, etc.

moms put their kids in his class just so they can see him lol

he loves teaching kids

he loves seeing them get so excited over tiny accomplishments

he also loves being that positive role models in their lives

when it comes to girls tho?

he’s REALLY REALLY REALLY bad with girls

really bad

he cannot pick up hints for the life of him

like lani, ethan, and shawn would be out eating lunch

and the waitress would CLEARLY be flirting with hiim

like she even gave him his number on the receipt

and lani would be like “so... the cute waitress seems interested in you, shawn! go add her number!”

and he would turn beat red and be like

“sHE’S INTERESTED IN ME?? I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST BEING NICE??????”

and lani and ethan both facepalm

and ethan would say something like “dude, she literally said that she’s never had a customer as cute as you.”

and shawn would be like “i thOUGHT SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT LANI!!!! :(((”

and lani would be like, “shawn... she was looking at YOU when she said that.”

poor baby is denser than a brick wall

he gets flustered and freaks out in a relationship

he’s just trying is best!

when he finally gets into a relationship

he’s so flustered like 24/7

ethan and lani would attempt to help him become more smooth and spontaneous

but anytime he does anything spontaneous it goes wrong lol

he’s not a super loud dude either

buT WHEN HE GOES TO HIS SISTER’S CONCERTS?

he’s the loudest in the room

he supports the HECK out of his siblings

he’ll go to all of kaleb’s shows/competitions

and he’ll go to all of aria’s concerts

he is decked out, head to tow, with their merch

it’s like he throws all of his pride out of the window when it comes to family

he’s honestly really good with fashion too

like he does enjoy shopping and keeping up with the trends

he like looks good 24/7

he’s just a wholesome brick wall living his best life

AMARIN LEECHAIYAPORNKUL (ARIA): >> as a baby <<

honestly

basically kaleb

but a girl

she was a little less troublesome

and more needy

kaleb would honestly be like straight up mean at times

but aria was more needy

she always needed to be with someone

like if she was alone by herself

she would cry

thank goodness your family was full so someone can always be with her

she loves her older brothers

to be 100% honest, she hated ten at first lol

i think some babies go through a phase where they hate their dads

i for sure did lol

like aria would just not vibe with him at all

anything bad that happened, she would blame ten

ten started getting super sad about it

kaleb and shawn would help their dad tho

and aria started warming up to him

she eventually became clingiest to him

it was just a phase i promise

ten would dress her up in the prettiest things

like there’s a whole closet in your house dedicated to aria’s pretty dresses

ten is a really good girl dad

like he’ll throw away his pride for her

if she wanted to leave the house in her sleeping beauty dress

ten would leave dressed up as the prince

(he would even dress up kaleb and shawn in animal outfits or something lol)

she has been a big eater since the beginning

like the second she could eat solid foods, it was over

she was eating everything that she could eat

her favorite foods were fruits tho rip ten

she was happiest when she was surrounded by her family with food

>> as a child <<

she became the sweetest little princes in the whole world

ten spoiled the HECK out of her

like he bought her a whole section of toys once bc she couldn’t decide on just one

she fights with kaleb a lot

they don’t physically fight

they argue tho

kaleb tries to tell her to do something

she does it reluctantly

shawn does his best to be an amazing older brother

she listens to shawn more than she listens to kaleb just to spite him lol

she’s best friends with johnny’s youngest, luna seo, and taeyong’s youngest, lee youngmi

the three of them are like the powerpuff girls

aria is like bubbles

she is so sweet and kind and rainbows and butterflies

but the second something goes kinda wrong

she’ll freak out, cry, and/or get super duper ultra mad

no one wants to let anything hurt her bc she’s so cute and sweet

everyone is drawn by her energy lol

she’s always been tiny from the start

and she remains to be tiny

but this girl can EAT

like she can easily eat her entire body weight and then some

she loves to dress up her brothers

shawn will do it, no question

kaleb will do it too, but reluctantly

honestly, everyone in the family is so whipped for aria lol

she’s usually not super shy

but the second she meets a handsome older boy?

she becomes hella shy

she loves to color and draw

she’s also super optimistic

when she’s with luna and youngmi

she becomes so chaotic

she will YELL about how happy she is

aria is honestly a delight to have around :)

>> as a teen/adult <<

honestly

the most happy and bubbly personality

she’s so sweet and giggly like all the time

she’s tiny too

she joins a girl group with luna and youngmi

and she’s the littlest in the group

she’s their main dancer and main vocalist

this girl can BELT out notes

like she’s so little

but her voice is so strong

like her range is amazing

she has perfect pitch

and she can do runs like no tomorrow

she loves her brothers

kaleb and her still fight a little bit

but their fights aren’t serious at all

she loves animals

but she especially loves cats

she also does art as a hobby and she’s honestly really good at it

as an idol, she’s pretty wholesome

she’s really goofy

aria is the groups translator

she’s just as good as her brothers at the different languages

she has a little bit of a british accent

she the maknae of the group

the most humble person tho

she has a hard time learning dances lol

she just takes a little bit longer than everyone else

kaleb helps her out tho

he doesn’t treat her like he treats his dancers

like he’ll tease her a bit more, but he’ll slow the moves down for her and stuff

when she does learn the moves tho ooh boy

she can be so creative with her freestyles and stuff

she loves all things cute

like her room is full of plushies

she barely throws away the plushies her fans get her because she loves all of them

she’s the type of person to find the beauty and love in everything

she loves to visit shawn’s classes and help him out with the little ones

she’s so thankful for her brothers and her dad and you!

aria makes sure that she visits home as much as possible

she’s really empathetic and will cry if things get too much :,)

honestly, everyone is thankful she became such a positive and nice person

you and ten raised her and your boys well, despite all of the headaches!

---

shawn is honestly a mood lmao

the johnny scenario is done now and will be posted soon :)

i hoped you guys liked it! i’m definitely excited to write my ult’s babies haha

also! requests are open! go ahead and drop by some suggestions about the families or even just a fluff scenario for anyone! i love writing, but sometimes, i just need some prompts to help me out lol. go ahead and drop by and let me know what y’all want!

- amy <3

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zankivich · 5 years

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The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 7

a/n: this is like my favorite chapter so far. I feel like I’ve been waiting this whole story to ge tot watch these two interact in this way. I hope it comes across as authentic. I worked really hard on the pacing for this story. You all have been incredibly kind to me lately with feedback for this story and I sincerely hope you keep it coming. It is without a doubt the brightest part of my days recently. Thank you so much for that. K bye.

WARNINGS: sex without a condom (gotta wrap it before you tap it). mentioned of white supremacy, racism, and micro-aggressions.

*Shawn’s point of view*

Nothing ever simultaneously works out. It never all gets to be perfect. His life had been a memoir with that exact theme and yet somehow he always let himself forget. Y/n leaves and he somehow has a date with her. A date. Not a hookup. Not some elaborate set up to make her cum. A date. With like conversation and personality. He hadn’t been on a date in years. And sure he knew he was really good at sex, but that didn’t mean shit about being able to actually hold a conversation. She was lightyears above him mentally, and he had no idea how he was going to manage to not fuck it up. But he had a date. She said yes. And that within itself was a win. So of course something in his life was going to have to go to shit. Hold that thought.

Brian makes it back sometime between his gym run and a shower. By the time he gets out, the asshole is sitting on his couch fucking up his kill rate on COD.

“Move over, jerkoff! And switch to two player.” He grunted plopping down on the couch beside him.

“Jeez, bro take it down a couple notches. I am nursing a hangover from the depths of hell over here.”

“Not my fault you can’t ever handle your liquor.”

“Well Melanie seemed to think I handled it just fine.”

“Melanie sounds like she’s still never had an orgasm before.”

Brian punched him in the bicep which only resulted in him returning the favor. Idiot.

“Not all of us sneak our hookups in in the middle of the night.”

He rolled his eyes fingers smashing on the controller.

“I didn’t sneak anyone. It’s my fucking apartment you idiot.”

“Yea, sure, whatever. Did you at least hook up with someone new?”

His fingers stumbled on the joystick, sending his player headfirst into a grenade. Lovely.

“No. No I didn’t.”

Brian looked over at him. “You fucked the same girl again?”

“I don’t think we should be equating Melanie and y/n here. y/n is a woman. A grown ass woman. Trust me, she never lets me forget.” He snorted.

“What is up with you and this chick? You never fuck the same person twice.”

He supposed now was as good a time as any. He actually was going to need shit for brains’ advice.

“I like her okay! I like her. And we hooked up last night but it was...it was different. I didn’t tell her what to do. I didn’t pull out any bells or whistles. I just...We just had sex. And she kissed me like she liked me too. So I asked her on a date.”

“A DATE?! I haven’t seen you go on a date since you were like a child!!”

“No shit, jackass. I’m going to need every fucking ounce of help I can get. And that includes your ass, unfortunately.”

“Stop pretending you don’t love me bitch. Now tell me how you plan to get a thirty year old woman who isn’t on drugs to actually enjoy spending time with your sorry ass.”

What are best friends for?

***

*y/n’s point of view*

y/n: I HAVE A DATE.

y/n: I NEED YOU HERE ASAP

Tiana: Oh shit. K. omw.

The last time you went on a date was in 2016, what some might call the beginning of Armageddon. After a slew of horrid dates, you had been completely and totally ready to throw in the towel. But then this cute guy came out of nowhere. He was nice, sweet, not very funny but in a way that made you laugh. He was also persistent enough to not take no for an answer, without it making you uncomfortable. No immediate red flags. So you went on the damn date. And all was well. It wasn’t an earth shattering date, but you weren’t not enjoying his company. And then it happened.

I just really think Trump will genuinely make America great again ya know?

You nearly choked on a piece of lettuce.

“Really bruh? In front of my salad?”

“No just hear me out though. Is he unorthodox, sure. But Hillary? Hillary and those emails. It just wouldn’t have worked.”

“I absolutely understand what you mean.”

“You do?” He smiled.

“Yep. CHECK PLEASE!”

“Bitch we do not have time for you to disassociate I am trying to make a wing here!” Tiana huffed.

You rolled your eyes and reached for your phone working to still your features so that Tianna could continue with your makeup.

y/n: Are you a republican?

Shawn: Well thank you for asking, I’ve had a lovely day. How was yours?

y/n: I’m serious.

Shawn: I’m Canadian.

“Shit. I’m so stupid.” You whined.

Tiana tugged at your chin. “Not stupid. But NOT still.”

“Sorry, ti.”

y/n: Would you have voted for Trump if you could have?

Shawn: No. No I wouldn’t have. What kind of a person do you think I am?

y/n: Idk. idk. I just needed to be sure. It never came up when you were tying my arms behind my back.

Shawn: You didn’t mention political discourse as one of your kinks. Is there something I should know before tonight?

y/n: No. It’s fine. I swear. Just haven’t been on a date in a really long time. And my last one didn’t go so well.

Shawn: It’s been a long time for me too. But I’d really like to have a go at it, if that’s okay with you?

y/n: yea, I’d like that. Should I meet you at your place still?

Shawn: Actually I’m gonna pick you up. I’ll be at your place at 7?

y/n: Oh. Okay.

“Hmmm.”

“Hmmm what? What’d he say?” Tiana asked.

“I’m not meeting at his place anymore. He’s picking me up.”

“Well where is he taking you?”

“If I knew that, Ti would I be sitting here in a ball of anxiety?!”

Tianna dropped her eyeliner brush and reach instead for the body lava. All hail Rihana.

“I sure hope he dicks you unconscious for a few hours. You have got to relax, sis.” She giggled. “It’s going to be alright, okay? He likes you. You like him. Let that be enough for right now.”

“Okay. Okay. Just...make my titties sparkle? Please?”

“Lord, chile. You don’t pay me enough.” She snorted.

Friendship!

***

Shawn: I’m here. Do you want me to come up?

y/n: No need! Here I come.

Outside your apartment building is one of those SUV hummer situations that you only ever rode in when you were visiting one of your artists on tour. Shawn is standing outside the door of the vehicle, and you can’t help but pause right there in the middle of the sidewalk. He traded the black jeans for a black slack that hones in on the fact that he’s most definitely not wearing a chelsea boot for the first time ever. They’re dress shoes. Like proper, wing tips. And he’s wearing a short sleeve button up with yellow, black, and white stripes. There are enough buttons undone to see the way that his rosary necklace melted into the firmness of his chest nestled amongst the most sinful amount of chest hair. God, where the hell had they made this one at? And how the hell did he wind up at my front door?

“Hi.” He smiled, legs crossed and chest broad. “You look really beautiful.”

You peered down at the jumpsuit you’d picked out with Tiana’s help. It was a really pretty shimmery gold color and the entire back was cut out too. In hindsight, it didn’t seem nearly as impressive as to what he was wearing now.

“Thank you. You look pretty beautiful yourself. Really showed me up tonight.”

He laughed. “Yea, sure. Come on, it’s cold out. Let’s get going.”

In the car, there’s a bottle of champagne and one of the playlists that you recognized from Shawn’s apartment is playing softly in the background. He pours each of you a glass, your legs somehow knotting simply together on the floor of the car. It’s weird in that it’s not like a first date in the traditional sense. You put his balls in your mouth for one. He licked orgasms out of you like ice cream. But the nerves are still there. You find that you care about what he thinks of you, of how he feels about you. That’s new. And scary.

“So uh...where are we going?” You asked between sips of champagne.

He bites his lip and looks nervously over at you. It’s a new look for him. But one that you find solace in.

“Would you be angry at me if I said it was a surprise?”

You raised an eyebrow. “No. But I would be curious as to what that surprise is.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll know soon enough.”

“I think I heard that line one time. I think Hannibal Lector said it.”

He rolled his eyes and threw his head back and you wished it didn’t make you giggle, but it does.

“Funny.” He smirked hiding behind his glass. “I just wanna impress you a little bit. Is that okay?”

“You wanna impress lil ole me huh?” You smiled. “That’s sweet.”

“Just a little.”

He licked his bottom lip and his hand inched its way up your knee. He was warm. Way too warm to not have your body react a little. Rude.

“Whatever happened to your friend from the other morning? Am I taking you away from him?”

“Oh Brian?” He snickered. “He’s just happy he’s got my place to himself. He couldn’t believe I was going on a date at all.”

“Tiana either.” You snorted.

“Yea? She try and convince you not to go out with me?”

“She is...surprisingly Pro-you for some reason. Must have something to do with me not having enough time to be a bitch as work with our arrangement and everything.”

“Hmmm. Well it’s nice to know I’ve got one person on my team. Maybe by the end of the night I can win you over too.”

“Maybe.” You smiled.

The car eventually rolls to a stop, and you’re not even aware of how long you’ve been talking. All the nerves that you couldn’t actually be together without the sex part sort of faded away. He could make you laugh. He could hold your attention. And you could offer him the same. Just when you were starting to think that it was all going to be fine? Shawn came to open your door.

Your heels touched gently to the ground and you let him pull you from the car. Behind him was not a restaurant. Not a bar. Not even a fucking hotel. Nope. Instead you were stood right in front of Mendes Industries’ private jet and a fucking flight attendant with a bag in her hands that looks surprisngly like your Louis Vitton. Fucking Tiana.

“What the hell. Shawn, what the hell?!” You gasped. “What is this?”

“You were concerned about people seeing us right? Well no one’s gonna see us. No one but the locals.”

“The locals?! I can’t--I can’t just fly away with you Shawn. I have responsibilities. I have a--a job.”

He reached for your hands, which tended to do a lot of movement when you were flustered, and stilled them by placing them on his shoulders.

“Listen to me,” He murmured silencing you. “It’s already set. Tiana canceled all of your meetings for three days. It’s just three days. Look I...I really like you, okay? More so than I know what to do with right now. And I think that you like me too. Do you like me?”

“Y--Yea! Yea, of course I do. That’s not really the point is it?”

“It is. Just get on the plane. Please? I just wanna take you out. Let me take you out.”

You peered up at him, all soft brown eyes and chiseled everything else. He had really come along out of nowhere. It was incredibly disorientating, and intoxicating. You lived your life by a planner, a set time for every hour by the hour. And here he was asking you to throw that all away, to let yourself be something else for a chance. And it wasn’t all that different from what he asked of you in the bedroom. Just let go. Release.

You sighed. “You know when most guys ask to take a girl out? They don’t mean out of the state.”

“I’m not like other guys.” He shrugged.

“No shit. Where are you taking me, white boy?” You groaned letting him steer you towards the plane.

“Try to contain your excitement.” He snorted. “Remember that time we had sex in the back of a storage room during Khalid’s video shoot?”

You smiled awkwardly at the flight attendant and knocked your arm into his shoulder.

“Oh please. We’ve had this jet since I was fifteen. I’m almost positive my dad has done some incredibly sketchy shit on here. Martha knows all. Thank you Martha!”

He leads you to a seat. There’s more champagne. You don’t know how you got here. This man was wild.

“Get to the point, maybe?”

“Right. We hooked up in the storage closet, and you told me that story about how you missed your high school trip to Rome because your mom was having heart problems and couldn’t afford it with the medical bills? You had a Lizzie Mcguire fantasy and everything.”

“I was drunk that night. Khalid had just gotten his first number one.”

“So you don’t want me to take you to Rome?” He asked.

“ROME?!”

“Rome.”

“....Who are you?!”

He chuckled. “I’m just a guy standing here asking a girl to let me take her on a little trip.”

“Oh my god. He quotes romcoms. This is too much.”

“Just relax sweetheart. We’re about to do liftoff.”

Jesus Christ.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s a little worried that he may have broken her. Maybe it was too much too fast. He should’ve just taken her to fucking dinner like a normal person. The problem was he wasn’t normal. And she sure as hell wasn’t normal either. She was so different from anyone he’d ever been with before. He wanted to spend time with her. And the last thing in the world he wanted was her to think about his dad while she was with him. He could tell that it bothered her more than she was willing to admit, and he just needed them to be on equal footing. What said equal footing like going to a country where neither of them spoke the language. Tiana had given him the green light when she agreed to change y/n’s schedule around and even pack her a bag. It seemed like maybe it might go well.

She calms down after her first glass of champagne, and sits more comfortably into the seat next to him, her legs folded so that her knees poked gently at his thigh. She was closer, close enough for him to smell her perfume and he kind of loved it.

“So are first dates the one’s where we spill all of our dirty laundry, or is that the second one?” She asked.

He chuckled and laid his hand on her thigh. She smiles at him, so he doesn’t pull away.

“Your guess is as good as mine. Do your worst, woman.”

She situates herself a little more gently into the chair, chin propped up on her palm. He gets lost in the glitter on her collarbones and neck.

“Why haven’t you been on a date in a long time?” She asked.

Heavy first question. But he told her to do her worst.

“Well I uh...the last date I went on was with my girlfriend of about two years. And on said date she told me that she had been sleeping with a producer at Atlantic records for six months, and that he was going to share her demo. So, she didn’t need me anymore.” He shrugged around a sip of champagne.

“Two years? Two fucking years before she pulled that shit? That’s fucked.” She said. “I’m sorry.”

“Yea. It was really heavy at the time. Blamed my dad for a lot of it, even if it probably wasn’t his fault this time. But ever since then I just thought it might be easier to stick to the meaningless sex route.”

She nodded. “I fuck that up for you a little bit?”

“You have no idea.” He grinned rubbing his thumb along her chin. “I should’ve known the second I caught you checking me out at that party.”

“Excuse me? For the last time I was not ‘checking you out’. I was simply observing that snooze fest your father put on.”

“I was checking you out.” He admitted honestly. “I asked my dad to introduce us. I just knew I had to have you. And then I spoke to you and I found out you were trouble, and you weren’t going to take any of my shit. I should’ve known then.”

It’s a lot softer than anything he’s ever admitted before, and every time that he remembers that this is more, that they’re trying to become more, it makes his heart stutter in his chest. But she leans her head against his seat and she smiles at him like it means something to her to be open, to be vulnerable. And that alone is enough to get him to lean in.

“So maybe....maybe I was looking in your direction.” She says softly. “I’d heard of you. I’d just never actually seen you in person before. And maybe I was curious.”

“Curious?!” He laughed. “Okay. Curious. We can call it that; I’ll take it. Your turn. Worst date. Spill.”

She groaned softly and slid a little deeper into her seat, head fitting perfectly against his shoulder.

“I accidentally went to dinner with a Trump supporter.”

“Accidently?” He snorted.

“Don’t laugh asshole! It was thoroughly traumatic for me. I just thought that logically a white supremacist would not be interested in asking me, a black woman, on a date. I forgot that logic is not in their wheelhouse. It was awful.”

“Now your texts make a lot more sense.” He chuckled reaching his arm to pat her cheek. “That enough to take you out the game, aye?”

“I don’t know man...the world is fucking scary right now.” She sighed. “Sometimes it feels like there’s no one we can trust, like there’s no one who doesn’t have it out for us. It’s not just political agendas. It’s my safety. It really is that deep. It has to be.”

It’s this moment where she’s offering more of herself than she had in the entire time that he’d known her. Y/n was beautiful and sexy and intelligent, but there was also always this aura of mystery around her. Like she wasn’t quite ready to share herself, didn’t know if she could. And he wanted to find his way on the other side of that. He wanted to know her better than she knew herself. And he wants to cherish any moment where she’s willing to let him try that.

“I understand.” He paused and closed his eyes feeling maybe a little flustered and out of his element. “I mean I don’t. I know that I don’t, that I couldn’t but..I hear what you’re saying. And I believe you. I would like to know more at some point. If you’re willing to share it with me.”

Her eyes flicker over to his and they’re wide and brilliant and he wants to kiss her so bad.

“You do?” She checked.

He nodded and chanced reaching to pull her face a little closer, palm resting against her cheek.

“I do.”

She kisses him and it feels like the sun. It feels like everything.

***

*y/n’s point of view*

Rome is kind of perfect. It’s not so hot that you’ve got to cover yourself in deodorant, but the sun is still pretty and bold in the sky. The hotel he takes you to has an entire terrace open for your access with those flowy ass curtains you only saw in cheesy 80’s pop music videos. There are couches that might as well be beds there so soft and plush. You touch down in the middle of the night and there’s not much to do but keep talking to each other, keep touching each other. You take your shoes off and sit out on the couches wrapped in blankets with another bottle of champagne. If the redness in his cheeks is anything to go off of, he’s just as tipsy as you, and it means that it’s not weird when you lean into him. No one’s gonna say anything for letting him hold you.

“It’s four am right now.” You giggled hiding your face in his neck. “It’s so beautiful here.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yea. I really do. I always wanted to come here. I can’t believe this is our first date.”

“I wanted it to be special for you. You deserve that.”

“Since when?” You asked so thoroughly confused by everything that he was. “I mean, yes. I definitely deserve this but...when you did you realize that you want it to be more than what we were? I thought you just wanted to fool around?”

“I did.” He whined stubbornly tracing your nose with his thumb. “I really did. But...you are very good at sex.” You laughed and he smiled. “I’m serious! One of the best partners I’ve ever had. And sometimes when our bodies were moving I just got lost in you. Like you were a fucking beautiful ass star capturing me with your light. And then you stopped arguing with me so much and just letting me be like...a friend to you? And then Miami happened and I just--I wanted to be with you. And I realized that I wanted to be with you as a person, even when we weren’t having sex. I was scared. Until I realized that you liked me too. Then I got my confidence back.”

“Oh lord not your confidence.” You rolled your eyes.

“You have got to stop acting like you are not all up on this okay? I see the way you stare at me, honey. It’s okay. Let yourself give in to Mendes Magic!”

“I am officially not attracted to you anymore.” You snorted going to pull away.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and tackled you down to the couch. Your laughter poured out into the night as his fingers dug into your belly. You laugh until your stomach aches. Until there’s tears in your eyes. Until he kisses you and you feel it in your toes. Until the only thing you can think about, feel, smell, is him. And you melt like that against the couch.

***

Rome is beautiful. It’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever been. The sun rises in the sky and you’re up immediately tugging Shawn out of bed. There’s breakfast at this little place near the hotel that looks out over buildings that were unlike anything you’d ever thing. Everything was historic and rustic and so endlessly different from everything you’d seen before. It was really like something straight out of a movie with cobblestone walkways and buildings that were works of art themselves. It’s wild. It would be wild on any day of the week. That was before you looked over your glass of wine to this guy smiling at you like the beauty of the city around him meant nothing in comparison to looking at you.

You liked him. Shit you liked him a lot. And every time he looked you in the eye and hung on every word you said? It just blew you even further away. And you kept trying to remind yourself how unrealistic it all was. You were thirty afterall. The two of you were in different times in your life. He was still holding on to every word his dad said. You had plans for your life, for your career. It was hard to figure out whether or not he could fit into those plans. And maybe that wasn’t first date type of thinking, but hello! He took your ass to Rome. None of it was normal. So you walked a little faster, tried to hold harder to the moments that you had to share. Cause why not?

“Hey can we slow down for a sec?” He asked as you pulled him towards your third museum of the day.

You frowned. “I wanna see the ruins.”

“We can. I promise. Just let’s sit down for a second, yea?”

You’d been walking all morning, stopping at every nook and cranny that you came across. It was a three day trip anyway. You had no idea when you’d ever be back, if you ever would be back. But there’s something special about the company too. You remind yourself that he’s the reason you’re there. The vacation, though amazing, was really just an opportunity to be with him.

“Yea, of course.”

He tugged you to a little corner of these big huge steps that were filled with people just sitting down, chatting, eating their lunches. The second you’re no longer standing on your feet is a little bit like heaven.

“Okay make you were right.” You sighed wiggling your toes. “I’m tired.”

“Well that’s good. I was starting to think you were a robot.” He chuckled. “I’m glad I packed tennis shoes.”

You peered down at his feet and quickly laced your legs with his where the white tennis shoes stuck out in contrast to his black jeans.

“They look so funny on you. I like them. You’re cute.”

He smiled over at you. “I’m cute, aye?”

“You heard me.”

“Yea, well maybe I wanna hear you say it again.” He murmured taking your cheek into his hand.

“You’re cute.” You whispered before pressing your lips together.

You had yet to get over this new style of kissing. The way he rubbed so softly at your cheek you got goosebumps. The way his tongue could make you feel like time was slowing down. Almost like there was nothing left here. Nothing but the two of you and the way you could make each other feel. It was maybe the best feeling in the world.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured when the kiss had ended, forehead pressed against yours. “I can’t believe you’re here with me right now.”

“I can’t believe you whisked me away to a different country for our first date.” She hummed. “What are you hiding? Do you have a third nipple or something? A serial killer perhaps?”

“Why are you so insistent on me killing people?” He laughed. “And you’ve seen all of my body at this point. If there was a third nipple don’t you think you would’ve seen it?”

“Well you’ve got me there. But statistically speaking at least fifty percent of all murders probably fit your description, honey. I’m just being realistic. I’ve seen what you can do with rope.”

He rolled his eyes and he found that it made you smile. And so he tended to do it more and more often. That’s kinda how you knew you were fucked.

“What do you say we go see these ruins of yours, find some pasta, and fuck until we fall asleep?”

“As long as it’s in that order!” You gasped tugging him back to his feet to continue your wild adventure of the day.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s got a new kink. And it’s definitely her calling him baby when he’s inside her. It is without a doubt the sexiest thing she could do for him. Which makes so little sense. How fucking soft had she turned him in a few short months? This is where he was now, almost blowing his load because a woman called him baby. It’s not just a woman though. It’s her. Holy fuck it’s her, and the sound of her voice is like directly tied to his dick or something. Shit.

The couches on the terrace are perfect for sex in broad daylight. It’s completely secluded to just them, but anyone at the other hotels around would easily be able to hear them if they opened a window. It’s just another thing that seems to get them both hot and bothered. Her body is a dream. And he doesn’t need to tie her up to get lost in her. (Even if he really, really liked tying her up). All he needs is the feel of her body against his and his hands to direct her where he wants her to go, where he needs her to go for both of them to explode.

“Fuck.Honey you’re dripping. You’re dripping all over my dick.” He groaned tugging her thighs more ruggedly against his own.

“Baby I--I wanna cum.” She gasped, voice breathy and chaotic as her hips bucked like a fucking dream. “I wanna cum on it. Please?”

“It’s yours. Cum on it. Make yourself cum.”

He reached around her waist to grind his fingers deep into her clit. Her ass began to bounce against him, quick and sharp and rugged. He’s barely holding on by a thread. And then she starts to squeeze down on him, her hips working to bring herself to her own climax, and he’s already done for.

“Fuck! I’m cumming.”

His fingers work harder on her clit, dropping down to his knees to drive desperately into her with everything he’s got left inside of him. It thrusts her over the back of the couch and he plasters himself against her back grinding tightly with everything that he’s got.. When she cums it’s just another accomplishment, another moment of making her feel good. It’s all he’s ever really wanted since they met.

“Holy fucking shit.” She gasped collapsing against his chest. “So good.”

“Yea? Still think I can’t dom you and date you at the same time?”

“Shhhh. No one has time for you sir, I can’t feel my legs.”

He nuzzled his way into her neck placing kisses against the skin. His arms were still wrapped around her and her fingers were playing in his hair. It was different than their usual hook ups, for sure. But, he liked it. He liked feeling close to her. He liked touching her and feeling her heart beat beneath his finger tips. Did she know how amazing she was?

“You want me to go get a towel?” He asked softly, pecking at her ear.

She hummed. “Not yet. Don’t leave yet.”

God he was ruined. Just like that.

“Yea okay.”

***

She hops in the shower and he has every intention of following her, of maybe pressing her into the shower door and fucking her until the glass breaks. But then his phone starts ringing and she giggles and runs off leaving his dick to twitch against his thigh. He was stupid on her. Aboslutely idiotic. And whoever was getting in the way of his idiocy was about to get an ear full.

“There better be someone dying!” He huffed eyes still very much on the shower where perhaps the most beautiful woman alive was waiting for him.

“That can be arranged. Can you explain to me why I had to find out from Tiffany that your half whit ass is in Rome right now instead of New York?” His dad roared.

Remember that whole things falling apart narrative? Surprise.

“Shit. Dad look I..I just needed to get away for awhile okay?”

“On the comapny fucking jet nonetheless?!”

“That jet has been open to family members as long as I’ve been alive. Since when is it even a problem?”

“Since you’ve been on that jet more than you’ve been in my office. I am tired of trying to explain this to you Shawn. The rules are very simple. You work for me, you do a good job, you get your inheritance. If you don't, you know what happens Shawn. Is that what you want, to make me have to do that to you?”

“Look Dad I,” He let his voice drop softer, shyer. “It’s not what it looks like. This isn’t just me fucking off okay? I--I like someone. Like really like them. And I just wanted to impress her. She’s different. And I wanted her to like me. This isn’t one of my hookups, I swear.”

He hadn’t liked someone in so long, hadn’t even come close to what he was feeling for y/n. Even though his dad was a dick and they had fought since the time he was eleven, there was still a part of him that yearned for his approval. It was hard not to get caught up in what the world knew his dad to be. It was hard not to feel like if he could just make him proud, just make him happy, then everything would be okay. He hadn’t been that naive in a long time, but it still pulled at him every now and again.

Manny sighed. “Great, son. That doesn’t help the fact that you went behind my back and are continuously neglecting your duties.”

“I--I’m not though. Niall is sitting at sixteen songs as we speak. You only wanted twelve remember? I convinced the producers to look into doing a deluxe edition. That’s gonna make the label happy, Niall happy, and it’s more money for you right? I’m back in LA in a week to work on the roll out for Sarah Leone to the press. I’m kind of working my ass off here. I’m doing everything you wanted.”

“Look whatever just get your ass back to New York, okay?” He muttered.

“I’ll be back in two days.”

“Shawn.”

“Two days. I’ll be back in two days, and I’ll keep living in this hell of a life you’ve set up for me , alright? See you then.”

He tossed his phone back onto the bed in frustration. The noose tightened a little in his absence, sick and tired of always fighting and always losing. It seemed like no matter what happiness he carved out for himself, he was always going to have to return home. Maybe he was kidding himself. Maybe there was no winning in this life.

He stands there for like forty-five seconds feeling sorry for himself, and just fully like a piece of shit. And then he hears her. It’s soft and gentle and sweet. He moves a little closer to the bathroom, the door still open and her naked body visible through the foggy glass door. She’s singing.

“I’m like a bird, I’ll only fly away.” She cooed softly. “I don’t know where my soul is, I don’t know where my home is.”

Her voice was soulful and low, her fingers cupping her breasts and rolling down over her hips as she sang. It really kind of hit him in his heart. He leaned against the edge of the doorway, head lolling back for support at this gorgeous sound coming out of this gorgeous woman. The music lover in him just wanted to sit on the floor and listen to her all day, it was so pretty. Maybe map out some harmonies for the two of them. And the fact that he could see the smile on her lips as she sang only made his heart feel two times too big for his sturnemum. He wasn’t ready for the way that she could make him feel. He thought he’d known that, thought he was preparing himself. Not so much. He wasn’t sure one could prepare themselves for a woman like y/n. Maybe that was his lesson to learn.

She catches sight of him out of the corner of her eye and her lips glue firmly shut. He practically pouts when she stops singing. His arms crossed against his chest tighten in dissatisfaction.

“What are you doing?” She whined leaning her head out of the shower.

He shrugged. “Was just listenin’. You didn’t tell me you sang.”

“You didn’t ask. And I don’t. I was just...humming.”

“Humming?” He laughed softly. “Okay. Well you hum beautifully.”

“Well thank you, I suppose. Was your phone call okay?”

“No. Not quite but, I’m good now. Can I wash your back for you maybe?”

“Yea. Boy, you ain’t gotta ask to wash my back. Come on!”

He steps back into the steam of the shower and it’s like nothing exists but the two of them. And he just really wants to keep it that way for a little while longer. If only for a little while longer.

***

They’re lying on a hotel bed that’s so soft it feels like they’re sinking. After another glorious round of sex he found himself tangled in the sheets beside her. Their heads at the foot of the bed because that’s the position where he’d made her cum last, and their feet intertwined at the headboard. She’s not looking at him, but instead up at the ceiling. This doesn’t seem to stop him from peering over at her. She’s kind of too beautiful to not look at.

“Can I ask you something?” He hedged carefully.

She peered over at him, eyes warm and sated.

“Yes.”

“I don’t...I really don’t know how to ask, or what to ask. And maybe--maybe I’m gonna come across like some dick, but I don’t wanna do that with you. I want to learn ya know? I want to understand.”

“Shawn?” She pressed getting his attention. “Calm down. Just ask.”

He nodded softly and took a deep breath. His fingers twitched anxiously against his stomach.

“That stuff you said earlier on the plane...you know about--about the trump supporter, and how that made you feel? And then sometimes...sometimes it sounds like you don’t really like white people, which like makes sense right? We’re the worst. But I just...I wanna understand more about...about what that means for you? Fuck. I’m sorry. That sounded dumb just saying it.”

He closes his eyes ready for her to slap him and take his jet all the way back to New York. He thinks maybe he’d deserve it. It wasn’t even that he’d never been with a Black woman before. Black Women were beautiful and ethereal and wonderful. But, even his tiny white man brain could understand that the state of the world was simply a little different nowadays. His mediocre understanding of racism and privilege simply wasn’t enough. And he knew that if he wanted to be with this woman, if he wanted to feel like he deserved to be near her and absorb her intellect, than he should probably do his absolute best to understand the world in which she walked. Because it certainly looked different from his own.

He feels her hand on his chest and his eyes flutter open. She curled her fingers around his own and sent him another gentle smile that made his toes curl at the other end of the bed.

“It’s not dumb.” She assured him. “You’re asking. You might not have the language, but you’re asking. And that means a lot to me, okay? A lot.”

He nodded his head dumbly, eagerly hanging on every word that she said. She lied back once again, her head nestling a little closer to his. She doesn’t let go of his fingers.

“So, I do hate white people sometimes.” She mumbled. “Sometimes in the discourse Black folks will often try to explain that it’s not all white people, it’s just some. And most days I can get there. I can recognize that. But like… that’s not really how it works you know? Even white people who wouldn’t lynch my black ass grew up in a culture that would. Even white folks who might not feel the need to say the n-word grow up in a culture that situates their body, their worth, their value over mine. And even if that’s not your fault, and I can recognize that it isn’t you know? That’s how privilege works, it’s subliminal. But even if it’s not your fault, it doesn’t mean that you don’t benefit. And it definitely doesn’t mean that you haven’t absorbed messages about my inferiority.”

He watches her face the entire time, more specifically the emotions that seem to rush through every pore and every muscle. There’s a bit of agony on her features. A bit of frustration. But as she warms up there’s a freedom to it too. He knows that she’s not editing her words. She’s not doing anything for his benefit. He asked and so she would tell him, in whatever way was meaningful for her.

“White people just...sometimes it really seems like y’all don’t give a shit. I’ve had the cops called on me at the very building that I work at. On the top floor, with some of the most powerful people in show bizz twenty-seven times since I started. To the point where Mike in security has to keep an updated description of me every time I change my hair just in case. I have walked onto sets to manage my artists and been told that the back up dancers are in the trailer around back. Every step I take, every goddamn day, there is always at least one white person there to tell me that I don’t deserve it. That I don’t belong. And the intersections of my blackness with my womanhood mean that I am consistently and constantly facing an uphill battle of two indentities that the world just doesn’t give a fuck about.”

He couldn’t look away from her. Never had he ever seen her be so vulnerable for him. Y/n was always just an inch or two behind a wall, always peeking out to give him glimpses but never really showing herself in her entirety. He watched the way that her chest rose and fell more rapidly, watched the way her fingers tightened around his own, and her eyebrows wrinkled on her forehead. It was anxiety. She was anxious and angry and sad. The way that her lips pointed down and her eyes blinked faster than normal told him as such. It kind of broke his heart.

And it’s all so new for him that the only thing he can do is follow his instincts and hope that either he doesn’t fuck it up, or that maybe she’ll forgive him if he does. So, he rested his head firmer against her and held her hands just as tight like maybe it might root her a little better in this room with him, like maybe she might feel safe with him.

“And the people...the people that do these things to you. That do these racist acts all the time they--they look like me don’t they?”

Her eyes that were trained on the ceiling fell down to meet his again. They’re still sad, but a little softer now.

She nodded slowly a bit of a grin forming on her lips.

“I’ma be honest ain’t nobody walking around looking quite like you but...yes they--they kind of look like you.”

He nodded slowly and tilted his head back to peer up at the ceiling now. There’s an anxiety to it for him too. In asking the questions that he didn’t have answers to, to be vulnerable enough in his ignorance. There’s a desire to get it right because she’s important to him, and then a dread when he realizes the time it will take to get there, and the pain that might cause her along the way.

“Shit y/n...why the hell would you even wanna go out with me? Even I hate me right now.” He sighed.

“That’s just the white guilt talking baby,” She snorted before sobering up quickly. “Look it’s complicated right? Like given my problems with white people and white men in particular, I’m firm enough in my blackness and my identity to recognize everything that I just explained to you, while also recognizing that things are never black and white. No pun intended. I can still love your humanity and your individuality as long as you’re willing to do the same for me. I can recognize that not all white people are the same, that you all think alike. I just need the space to have conversations like this. I need someone who cares enough to learn. Anything else isn't worthy of my time. Either you’re down with me always, even when it isn’t convenient, or you’re not. So, which is it?”

Her eyes are wide and clear. It’s that firmness in the set of her jaw that gets him. She’s dead serious. Either he buys into her, and all of her, or he doesn’t deserve any of her. He can see that. He can understand it. It’s not that he wants her bad enough to “deal” with the rest of it. It’s that he wants her bad enough to understand all of her. He wants to know. Needs to.

“I’m down.” He assured her reaching for her cheek in his palm. “For all of it.”

“You’re sure?” She mumbled with desperate eyes. “Cause if you’re not we can go back New York and just be fuck buddies again. You can still find you some white girl without hundreds of years of internalized genocide and systemic oppression on her shoulders.”

He shook his head and kissed her until the tension melted from her body. Because he needed it to. He needed her belief in him, her trust.

“I’m so damn sure it’s insane. Just want you.” He whispered.

She reached for his lips pulling him back to kiss her again.

“Promise.” She demanded as if it was even an option.

“I promise.”

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Señorita (Pt. 2)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: A video music in the making and a very sexual atmosphere.

A/N: Look who’s back! I know I haven’t posted anything in a rather long time but this time will be left behind since I will be working on all the requests I have already received. However, for now I am uploading the 2nd part to Señorita since you all really enjoyed the 1st part which you can read here if you haven’t. I truly hope you enjoy the second part as well and I also hope you can give me some feedback. Requests are still open and till next time happy reading!

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‘’Tell me, are you happy?’’ Shawn’s voice muffled your thoughts of the tremendous success the song you had recorded and published together was met with, still not being able to wrap your head around the number of people who were loving and appreciating the new piece.

‘’I- Um-‘’

No matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t find the appropriate words to use in order to form a coherent sentence. Your feelings were getting the best of you, trying hard to believe that everyone was streaming and listening to your new creation, embracing your own talent along with Shawn’s. It surely felt nice to know that people were appreciating your hard work and your innate predisposition to offer your absolute best to your audience and it was just now that it became clearer to you that this particular feedback was what was pushing Shawn to keep providing new content.

‘’I’ll take that as a yes’’ Shawn smiled down at you and kissed your forehead.

‘’I am more than happy actually. I feel like I’m flying. Now I know what keeps you going Shawn. It’s the recognition and the people’s love that really makes you wanna offer to them your one hundred percent. Wow’’ you truthfully said, interlocking your fingers with Shawn’s calloused ones.

‘’You couldn’t have put it more accurately. You see, nothing can really top my fans’ smiles so when I know that something might disturb or simply not be their cup of tea, I instantly try to think of where I went wrong and how my next work is going to make up for it. But yeah, deep down I always knew that it was going to be a blast baby’’

‘’Hmm’’

‘’And you can just imagine how hard people are going to lose it when they see the music video. I am so curious to see their response to that one’’ Shawn joked and you immediately shifted from your position.

‘’Wait… When are we going to start filiming?’’ you had completely forgotten about the music video, all the messages and the tabloids regarding the song consuming you altogether not really leaving you any space to think of anything else.

‘’You can relax love. Andrew is all over it and I am waiting for his call. Then we will know’’ Shawn stroked your arm in a soothing manner and you breathed under his calming touch.

‘’Thank God. I thought I had missed something or I was replaced for that matter’’

‘’That is something I wouldn’t accept’’ Shawn said, kissing you softly, making all your disturbing thoughts go away in an instant.

Shawn was really careful and tactic when it came to his job, wanting everything to be in order and arranged. What really helped him hold everything in place was his colleagues who were just like him; organized. So it really was no wonder that he was calm and most of the times restraint regarding his affairs, transferring the exact same feeling to everyone around him, in this case, you.

So, you truly took his words into major consideration when he said that everything was under control, trusting him with your life. Andrew could be a little bit challenging and forgetful when he was flooded with meetings and phone calls and that is why you thought that there was something you had missed or neglected. Thankfully, Shawn was with you in this one, wanting you to fully enjoy yourself with no worries clouding your spirit and reassuring you that you would be informed when something new concerning the shootings would surface.

This day however came sooner than expected and you felt like the floor was disappearing from underneath you. You were sure you had prepared yourself for the shooting sessions and you swore you were ready to handle that but everything felt different when the actual day was announced to you. Shawn was right next to you when Andrew called and he tried to assure you that everything was going to flow just fine but your breathing was impossible to control and your heartbeat was echoing through your eardrums.

‘’Okay okay. Yes I got that. Thanks Andrew’’ Shawn said playfully rolling his eyes before hanging up.

‘’Alright. Seems like we are shooting today! Are you free today baby?’’ Shawn turned his gaze to you and you felt your eyes growing the size of a plate.

‘’W-What do you mean today? As in, today today?’’ you shrieked, swallowing hard.

Shawn was a little amused from your reaction but he soon recollected himself and came to hug your from behind, something he knew gave you comfort and relaxation.

‘’Relax love. Everything is going to be fine. You won’t appear first thing in the video since Dave, the director, suggested the video opens up with a few shots of me and then the stage will be all yours. The team trusts you completely don’t worry’’.

A puff of air escaped your lips, your neck resting on top of Shawn’s arm but deep down you were still uncertain. You didn’t have the slightest bit of idea concerning the video and that left you feeling insecure and lost. You had tried really hard to guess what this video was going to be about and having the lyrics in mind, the only thing you could think of was some heated scenes.

And you couldn’t be more accurate. When you and Shawn arrived at the spot Dave had told you to go to, you were briefly informed about the context of the clip. Basically, you would be a waitress at a diner and Shawn would be a guy with a motorcycle and an ‘admirer’ of the waitress who will get to share some fun moments together.

‘’I know this won’t be very difficult for you guys to pull off that’s why I’m asking you to keep it civil and don’t take it too far. I don’t think that we need to actually see what’s going on in your bedroom’’ Dave commented to create a smoother atmosphere and you felt your face heating up at his remark.

‘’I can’t promise anything mate!’’ Shawn joked and winked at your red face.

‘’Shawn are you ready to start? We will dress you up and style your hair and then we will be ready to shoot. Are you okay with that?’’

‘’Yes of course. Let’s do it!’’ Shawn said enthusiastically and the whole team started clapping, you included.

Shawn was very energetic and buoyant when it came to his passion, so this energy and this happiness to always deliver his absolute best was transferred to everyone around him as well. You had even started to loosen up and to calm down, deciding that you had to give your absolute best too not only for Shawn but for all the other people who trusted you and showed their appreciation.

The shooting had already began by the time you shifted your attention towards the cameramen and Shawn was simply dressed in some light jeans accompanied by a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket adorning his strong arms. You silently cursed at yourself at the fact that Shawn as the only one who could make any outfit look good on him. It was a curse and a blessing all at the same time. What really had you going though, was the motorcycle that Shawn was on top of. You couldn’t help but think how badass he looked and how much you liked this side of him. Before any unholy thoughts jumped into your brain, Dave cut the shooting, announcing that the intro was done with.

‘’Y/N dear, are you ready to get you done and start filming?’’

‘’Yes of course. Just tell me what I need to do’’

‘’Well, nothing much. You are going to be introduced with your waitress identity and you will serve some food to people. And that’s when Shawn comes in. You will be pleasant and smiley whereas Shawn will be indifferent and looking at other directions as if looking for someone else. Do we get it?’’ the director instructed and both you and Shawn nodded in agreement.

‘’If there are no more queries, we can start. Y/N you will appear walking down that corridor’’ Dave motioned towards what seemed to be the inside of the little diner and you hummed.

‘’And go!’’

You tried to remain steady while walking and not wearing heels really helped your legs not break. Your stress was getting in the way but you tried to push it away, deciding that you were doing something very simple. While you were walking, you tied your hair up in a ponytail out of habit, and you remembered that Dave had never mentioned for you to do something like this. Since no one objected to your improvising, you guessed that they might have liked it. You proceeded to serve the food and that’s when you spotted Shawn sitting at one booth.

He was looking very calm and agitated at the same time, trying to impersonate his role the best he could. You placed the food in front of him and you walked away, taking a good glimpse of him and feeling yourself heating up.

‘’We got it! Y/N well done and nice job with your ponytail. It merged in the video beautifully’’

‘’I was worried I messed it up’’ you truthfully said and he laughed.

‘’Not one bit. Now, here’s what comes next. Y/N we are going to be fixed on you for some moments before we turn to Shawn. For starters, you will be in a room with dim lighting and we want you to get a bit sexual. You can slide up and down the wall or you can raise your arms and take them back down, all in a very seductive way. Do you think you got this?’’

You were a bit dumbfounded at Dave's suggestions but you were far too deep to back down now so all you could do was agree and turn your face to Shawn, looking for confirmation and reassurance that you were doing fine.

‘’Yes okay. Yes’’ you finally replied and they started fixing your hair and changing your outfit.

Just when you saw your reflection in the mirror, you instantly felt yourself wanting to shoot and be hot. Your hair was slightly wet, your makeup all natural and the clothing was hugging your body and your curves beautifully.

When you stepped in the room to start filming, your eye caught Shawn looking at you and his gaze was persistent and darker than usual. This only meant one thing. He liked what he was seeing so you decided to give him something to edge him one even more.

Dave shouted for you to start and you were ready to give Shawn a show. You started lifting your neck up and turning to the side in a very specific way and you even looked at Shawn while doing it since he was lost in your movements. Taking it a step further, you looked in the camera and just then your fists engulfed the end of your dress, near your heat. Climbing up the wall again, your gaze shifted to Shawn who looked flustered. Being satisfied with the result, your shooting came to a stop and everyone clapped.

‘’That was fantastic. Well done Y/N’’ Dave said and you thanked him before walking past Shawn and brushing his arm on your way. Before moving too far away he caught your arm and whispered in your ear:

‘’I want this outfit home after this’’

Who knew that a simple sentence like this could send shivers down your spine and make your legs start trembling? Well, no one but it really did.

‘’Talk to the team then’’ you lowly whispered and you moved back, going to get ready for the next shots. You really didn’t know where this confidence was coming from but you secretly liked it and from what it seemed Shawn liked it too.

‘’Okay Shawn you are in this from now on with Y/N. You are going to have a guitar and just hang out with some friends playing, and your eyes will shift to Y/N from time to time who will be talking to some girls opposite of you. After that, you will ask her to dance and I think you get the rest. Any questions?’’

‘’No’’ both you and Shawn said in unison and Dave knew this was going to turn out good.

And it turned out better than good. Shawn delivered his part beautifully, with you being nothing but successful as well. It wasn’t really hard for the both of you to get the concept and pull it off since you were engrossed in the act altogether. The dancing part came right after Shawn finished his ‘guitar session’ and it felt like you were the only ones in the room, making everyone else simply vanish from the place.

However, the real fun started when the scenes from the hotel room came up and were ready to be performed. You were both lightly dressed for the parts but what really had you going was when Shawn had to take his shirt off. It was the most sexual and sensational video Shawn had ever shot and he wanted no one else by his side but his rightful girlfriend who was exceptionally hot for that role as well.

Having you there and being the one he had to get touchier with, was of tremendous help for him because he wouldn’t be faking it at all and he would be more relaxed and calm whilst filming. Having a total stranger perform these acts with was too risky and deep down he knew that it would make him nervous and the video clip would not be so successful and linear.

So when Shawn had to flip and land you onto the soft mattress, he was more than pleased and willing to do so, being fully aware that you would be totally comfortable with it. Truth is, you were more than comfortable. All those parts which were more intimate made you replay all those times you and Shawn had come closer, making you feel a certain type of way. And when Shawn landed on top of you, you really felt yourself getting wetter and Dave's warnings to keep it together seemed to wear off rather quickly.

The director had suggested that no kisses needed to be included in the shootings and you had come to terms with it, thinking that it was already too much for the fans who were used to milder things from Shawn. No matter how hard you two tried though, it was impossible to resist each other’s lips especially when the atmosphere was already heated and both of you were really feeling it. Thanks to this chemistry, the hot scenes needed to be filmed only once, since you were perfectly engaged in them, far too much for Dave's liking.

You couldn’t care less about him though. There was only one thing in your mind and that was Shawn’s hands wandering your body in the gentlest way possible. He was always like that in bed; gentle but passionate at the same time. If there wasn’t that tiny little voice in the very back of your head reminding you that this was one of Shawn’s music videos, you could have sworn that Shawn would have taken off more than just his T-shirt and this clip would be rated R.

‘’And cut! That was a wild ride guys!’’ Dave exclaimed behind the cameras and people hurriedly rushed in the setting to get you both dressed in your previous clothes and to clear everything up.

‘’You tell me’ you said, smirking while looking right at Shawn who was already staring at you.

‘’I think I told you guys to keep it to yourselves and be as restrained as possible’’ Dave remarked, snaking his arm around Shawn’s shoulders in a bro kinda style.

‘’Well-‘’ Shawn said but got interrupted almost immediately.

‘’I don’t mind though. It was about time Shawn got out of his comfort zone and did something more challenging. And it turned out perfect so I can’t really complain’’

‘’Glad to hear that’’ you commented and felt Shawn’s arms wrap around you in an embrace.

‘’When do we get to see the final result?’’

‘’I will email you the finished product when I put all the parts together and I edit some bits because some people couldn’t be less handsy’’.

‘’Oh c’mon. I think we rocked that shit’’ Shawn said kissing the top of your head and rubbing his hands up and down your sides in a soothing manner.

‘’Anyway, you are good to go people. I will be in touch with you and your manager. Thanks again for your amazing cooperation’’ Dave said and everyone, including you two, clapped, glad that everything fell into place and hoping that the video would not be a flop.

‘’So, I think you were very hot with the motorcycle. You should get one’’ you said meeting Shawn’s eyes and interlocking your fingers while walking outside of the place.

‘’I can’t get one now, but I can always use the one I had in the video to go for a ride. I don’t think the team will have a problem. What do you say?’’

‘’I think I wanna ride something else first’’.

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Boundaries (s.m)

A/N: Hello! This is part one of hopefully what will be a series!! First time writing Shawn and not 5sos so lol here we go. Hope you guys love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Make sure to check to check our 5sos account https://5sauceprefs.tumblr.com/

Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Swearing Summary: Y/N is a producer for The Late Late Show With James Corden. It’s time to prepare for Shawn Mendes Week and Y/N has to not only produce and organise the promotion but also has to remember Y/N’s professional boundaries for the ridiculously cheeky and good-looking client. Slow burner!

“Order for Y/N!” The barrister’s blood shot eyes acknowledge you. His stoned look doesn’t change as you thank him for the two lattes. Just what you needed for this semi-cold, LA morning. Or any morning really, if you’re being honest; coffee is everything. As soon as you grab the two coffee cups you feel your soul returning to your body.

“Quick, Y/N! I don’t want to be late,” your best friend, and work partner, Gianna was bouncing up and down, grinning widely at you. You laughed and handed her a coffee. She took it and raised an eyebrow at your silence. “Are you nervous?” She asked you. The question alone made your heart beat faster.

“I’m very nervous,” you insisted, trying to calm yourself down by not thinking about work this morning.

“Okay, I’m actually going to have to nervous poo,” she said as you walked over to the sugar station. You laughed again, shaking your head at your best friend. However, you couldn’t say that you weren’t feeling nervous for today’s work. Ever since you had woken up a group of butterflies had been flying around your stomach. At least it was sunny here in Los Angeles; the sun always puts you in a good mood.

“Same here, do you think he’ll be nice?” You asked. Gi stirred her coffee, her lips pursed and moving side to side as she thought about it.

“I mean, you and I both know that a lot of celebrities aren’t the same as they are on TV,” she said, giving you a look. You nodded, knowing what she meant all too well. As the head producers of The Late Late Show with James Corden, you’d had your fair share of rude celebrities who seemed to be so nice on TV. They all had their weird requests and didn’t want anything to do with you or Giana; the people that literally ran the show that was promoting them. But, as soon as the cameras turned on, their charming personalities were back and they were wooing audiences around the world.

“Isn’t Shawn Canadian; they’re all nice,” Gi winked, interrupting your thoughts, and held the door open for you as you both left the café. You laughed at the stereotype, shaking your head as you walked out and were welcomed with a cool breeze, clinging to your coffee cup harder, unsure if it was due to nerves or the cold.

“I hope you’re right,” You said, sipping your coffee to calm your nerves. You headed to your company car; a black Range Rover of course. The only car James wanted anyone using ever since the Carpool Karaoke became so famous.

You turned the car on and as if the timing couldn’t have been more impeccable, Shawn Mendes’ new song In My Blood was playing on the radio.

“Well, that’s fucking weird,” You chuckled as you reversed out of the park.

Shawn Mendes, one of the biggest pop stars in the world currently, was just about to release his new self-titled album. In order for it to be promoted even further than it was, in two weeks’ time it was Shawn Mendes Week on Late Late. Whilst you’d had quite a few famous celebrities on your show, Shawn was probably one of the biggest yet; he was going to bring in lots of younger viewers for the live show and definitely increase both your social media and YouTube platforms. It’s supposed to be an exciting week, but all you feel are nerves. You and Giana always get nervous before meeting new guests, but this time it’s multiplied simply because he’s your age. It’s always easier dealing with people you have nothing in common with, especially the older ones.

“I’d definitely go there,” Gi said, bringing you from your thoughts. You laughed as she raised her eyebrows at you suggestively. You pulled out of the car park and headed towards CBS Television City, your absolute favourite place in all of LA. Was it sad that work was your favourite place? Probably.

“He is cute,” You admitted and Gi held a hand over her chest, mocking offence to your comment.

“Cute? He’s fucking gorgeous,” she cried as you neared the studio. It wasn’t far from the cafe, and it was also pretty much near the middle of Los Angeles, even though the “middle” was basically the coast because of Santa Monica. You pulled into the boom gates, you flashed security and ID card and were soon travelling down the all too familiar carpark to prepare for a big day of work.

“Do I look okay?” Gi asked for the thousandth time and you gave her the thumbs up, putting the car into park. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a high ponytail, and she was dressed in gingham trousers and a white blouse. You were basically the same, hair pulled back into a bun, with a white blouse speckled with blue flowers that you’d borrowed from Gi, and white trousers. You were dressed to impress. Literally.

“We have to be professional. Keep it in your pants,” you joked.

“No promises, Shawn is a Godsent,” Gi winked as you walked into the CBS building.

“I’m thinking; we start with the simple monologue but Shawn does it to make it funny. It worked with Justin.”

“Honestly, James, you’re so predictable,” you call as Gi and you enter into the main stage. It’s not the largest studio in the CBS area, but it does the trick. The main stage is average; only around ten rows of seats inclining. There’s a second level of seats but there’s only a few rows as well. It’s always weird when the seats are empty and it’s just you guys doing the behind the scenes work. The main man turns around, a grin plastered on his face.

“Aren’t I just glad to see you two!” He cheered. James is the best host to work with. Ever. His charisma doesn’t change from filming to in person; he’s always nice and cheery. It’s what made going to work so exciting for Giana and yourself.

“We’ll give you the monologue but we printed out how Shawn’s week is going to go anyways,” Gi handed him a printout from her bag. You both had a lot of things to run through this and next week before you started the promo for Shawn’s album. You all had to run through all the skits, film the carpool karaoke, do what seems like one million sound checks, and now add in the comedic monologue. You could already feel your hair turning grey from stress.

“This is brilliant,” James smiled, nodding with approval.

“You came up with it, we just made the table,” you joked and he nudged you. “Okay, where is the star of the show, we need to go through this week’s events,” you clapped your hands together, looking around. There was literally no one else here as all the set up guys, the script writer, and the band had dispersed once Gi and you had entered. They knew it was serious business now.

“I think he’s in his dressing room,” James said, still admiring your time table work.

You walked over to Gi, who was on her phone texting and organising everything for today, tomorrow, probably five years from now. You and Giana were very organised. You chewed on my nails, refraining from pacing around impatiently, only hoping that you were going to get along, but if he couldn’t even do something as simple as show up to a meeting on time then you had your doubts that he would be another ‘wooer’.

“Stop stressing Y/N, you’re going to get sweat all over my blouse!” She laughed, eyes still locked on the screen. You nudged her, removing your hands from your mouth and flattening out your pants one more time. “It’s going to be fine!” She reassured you.

This was going to be a big couple of weeks. If you both got through it as successfully as you hoped, you and Gi could go up even further in your careers. The bigger the show gets, the more successful you both become as producers. You needed this to go fantastically swell. If only you could calm down first.

“Honestly, where the fuck is this guy? I’m going to have a nervous breakdown,” You threw my hands up in the air; checking the time. You were already ten minutes late into our ‘meeting’.

“Damn, I’ll have to look out for this one.” An unfamiliar, extremely Canadian voice made your stomach sink to your toes. Despite not wanting to, you turned around with a sheepish smile on your face.

You were met with a tall, handsome man (boy?), arms folded across his chest making his muscles bulge in an enticing way through his white long sleeve shirt and dark denim jacket. His chestnut eyes were lit up in amusement, a smirk playing on his lips. A dark brown curl hung over his forehead but for all you cared it could have curled right out and suffocated you until you passed out because you were beyond embarrassed right now.

“Hello Shawn, welcome to The Late Late Show.” Giana cut in, stepping in front of you, allowing yourself to have a hot minute to just recollect your shit. You weren’t a perfect producer, you definitely had your moments, but never had you ever, ever swore and yelled about a client right in front of their face without meaning for them to hear. You were lucky that it had only been just a couple of people in the room otherwise there would have been trouble.

“Thanks for the friendly welcome,” Shawn broke out into a toothy grin (wow, his teeth were perfect), and stuck his hand out in front of Giana, getting introductions out of the way. Giana took a small step to the side, a queue for you to stop standing around like a dickhead and actually say something.

“I’m Y/N, and I am so sorry about that,” you could barely keep eye contact as Shawn’s big hand engulfed yours as you shook hands. He chuckled, waving his tattooed hand as if to brush it off like it was no big deal.

“I’ll make sure to be on time next time,” he playfully smiled as your cheeks blushed a deeper red. “Save you a nervous breakdown and all that.”

You tried to laugh naturally but it was more of a nervous crying sound that came out of your mouth, and honestly you were ready to claim your accumulated sick leave and go home and not return until Shawn Mendes Week was done.

“Shawn, I’ll let the girls head into the board room for our meeting but I’ll give you a quick tour around the stage, yeah?” James smiled, making eye contact with you and then Giana as if to say fix your fucking mess of a partner and then turned Shawn around to show him the studio.

You and Giana practically ran to the board room, slamming the glass door closed as you fell into a chair and let your head fall into your hands.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” You mumbled into your palms.

“Okay, so,” Giana rocked back and forth on her heels, “you need to get your shit together.” She had her producer-boss voice on and it instantly made you raise your head out of your hands. “Y/N, this isn’t our first rodeo. We’re not going to let that inhumanely good looking man out there ruin our chances of going up in the industry. We need to prove that we are worthy of bigger things, which we are.” Giana placed two hands on the table, obviously feeling her motivational talk as she looked you right in the eye.

“They’re going to walk in, you’re going to do this meeting, and you’re going to fucking crush it. Like we always do.” She gave you a stern look and knowing she meant well, you sat up, dusted yourself off, and pushed yourself out of the chair.

“We have got this,” you nodded, opening up your computer to project the timetable you both had made on to the projector screen behind you for the meeting. “But fuck, you weren’t kidding. He is sexy.” You muttered as you opened up the file.

“Thanks, I’m not a piece of meat though,” you startled as James and Shawn entered the room, James having your back again as you fucked up again. He looked quite proud of his comeback and Shawn gave you a cheeky grin as he took a seat.

Before you knew it, a whole bunch of managers, promoters, security, and random entourage were also in the room and it wasn’t just about Shawn himself anymore. It was nice having the board room full because it was where you and Giana really shined and were able to be the boss bitches you were. All previous events had gone from your mind as you flicked through the timetable, giving elaborate explanations of what the next three weeks would entail as Gi handed out printed versions. The room was nodding appreciatively, and you tried to ignore the fact that from the corner of your eye you could see Shawn leaning far back in his chair, a small and cheeky smirk on his face just daring you to make a fool out of yourself again. The chain on his neck was also reflecting in the corner of your eye, which had little to do with distracting you and making a fool out of yourself and all to do with the fact that it was fucking blinding you when it caught reflections of lights from the ceiling lights.

“Wonderfully done, girls,” James stood up as everyone prepared to leave and you sighed in relief. Despite the mess that this morning was, you had gotten through it. Thankfully, barely scathed but definitely one hundred percent embarrassed. You were definitely treating yourself to a wine and bath tonight.

You and Giana shook the hands of all the people that had been occupying the office, informing them you were looking forward to working with them.

“So, what do you think Shawn?” James asked, once everyone had left the room and it was just the four of you in here. You didn’t know if it was the fact that his necklace had been burning into your retinas and your eyes were playing tricks on you because of it, but as Shawn playfully spun around in the big chair and came to a slow stop, you swore he looked directly at you, chestnut eyes locking with yours for just one second before looking back up to James with a grin.

“I think this is going to be a very fun couple of weeks.”

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rawiswhore · 3 years

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Various WWF Wrestlers, the Godfather x Fem Reader- "Pimps Up, Hoes Down"

I know I type my fanfics in patterns, but today just so happens to be the Godfather's birthday (and I mean the Godfather the wrestler, not the 1972 Francis Ford Coppola classic) and I wanted to type this fanfic...

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The World Wrestling Federation's Attitude era of the late 90's and early 2000's didn't exactly treat women in the most positive light.

From the female roster, even women who were respectable female wrestlers instead of just valets, doing bra & panties and evening gown matches, which involved 2 women trying to rip the clothes and dress off of another woman until she was down to a bra and panties, as well as doing the equally degrading mud and pudding bowl matches where 2 women dressed in bikinis would wrestle each other in an inflatable pool filled with chocolate pudding or mud, to wrestlers playing misogynistic jerks (i.e. Jeff Jarrett) that hated women, Trish Stratus forced to strip her clothes off and bark like a dog, Stephanie McMahon getting called a "slut" by the audience when she's far from one and getting married through a drive thru wedding while unconscious, this era didn't really treat women with the utmost of respect.

The way women were mostly treated during this period is something that has not aged well.

And to make matters worse, arguably the most over (meaning something the audience really enjoys in wrestling lingo) mid card wrestler during the WWF's Attitude era was the Godfather, whose character was a pimp that would bring out a group of beautiful, scantily clad prostitutes with him.

A pimp is not something to glorify and normalize, considering these are men that sell women out to have sex with men just to make money, and if these women don't make enough money, their pimp will beat them.

To top it all off, the Godfather was also African American, so it's also a gimmick that negatively stereotypes and portrays black people.

The Godfather went from being in a Black Panthers influenced faction known as the Nation of Domination, and the Black Panthers were a group of black people that fought for civil rights and to be treated with respect, to playing a pimp with a group of hoes.

The wrestling character you'll always be remembered for is for playing a sexually promiscuous slut who seduced whatever man you thought was sexy, mostly in the wrestling world.

In 1998, you blew up in popularity when you played that promiscuous nymphomaniac character for obvious reasons.

Near the end of 1998, there was a "Monday Night Raw" storyline where the Godfather, who knew about your slutty, sex obsessed persona you blatantly showed to everyone, made you a part of his iconic Ho Train because you're a horny slut.

The Godfather would offer one of his hookers to a wrestler he was having a match with, and your character was unsure about who the Godfather was gonna give you out to.

During a "Monday Night Raw" episode at the end of 1998, when a vignette playing the guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now" began playing, The Godfather ushered you to the locker room with his arm wrapped behind your shoulders.

You were dressed in a cleavage bearing spaghetti strapped crop top with a matching miniskirt and Lucite stripper heels, looking all the most like a prostitute.

Though, during the majority of "Monday Night Raw" episodes you did dress like a prostitute since your character was a slut.

The males in the audience got out of their seats and cheered when they saw both you and the Godfather, some of the males even wolf whistled at you.

As you and the Godfather entered the men's locker room, some other wrestlers were inside that locker room, and the Godfather proudly announced how even though you've had some of these wrestlers before (as in, having sex with them and seduced them), he wants to give you to them again.

These wrestlers in the locker room were Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Val Venis, Christian, Jeff Hardy, Test, Steven Regal and Kane.

These aforementioned wrestlers were standing at their lockers or sitting on the bench in the middle of the room, and they turned their heads when they heard the Godfather state how you're one of his hoes.

Triple H, Shawn, Billy and Val had their hair hanging down, not tied back in a ponytail or little braids, because you like it when they look like this.

Some of these wrestlers, in particular Triple H, Billy Gunn, Shawn Michaels and Val Venis, smiled when they saw that you were one of the Godfather's hoes.

When you and the Godfather had walked to the middle of the locker room, the guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now" had ceased from playing, but these aforementioned wrestlers in the locker room had walked up to where you and the Godfather were, some of these wrestlers smiling at you.

You smiled when you saw Triple H, Shawn, Billy and Val walk up to you as well as Jeff Hardy, Christian and even Steven Regal.

You didn't have to be one of the Godfather's hoes, he could've just taken one of his regular hoes and offered her to these men in the locker room, but since you play a slutty nymphomaniac...

"Well, since you're now a prostitute" Triple H mentioned as he walked up to you, smiling as he approached you. "I'll let you...'suck it'!"

His hands crossed at the wrists and slammed a few inches above his crotch when he shouted "suck it!", his genitals thrusting forward as he shouted that catchphrase.

"And I don't mean that as an insult!" Triple H added with his hands still in that "x" shape.

Billy Gunn, Val Venis, and Shawn Michaels cackled, smiled from ear to ear and laughed when Triple H exclaimed that obscene catchphrase, and Triple H shouting that catchphrase got a major pop from the audience, especially the males, getting out of their seats and cheering.

You then crouched down to the floor until your face was in front of Triple H's crotch, where his hands and fingers looked like they were unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

Shawn's hands were in front of his slacks, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, laughing and smiling from ear to ear.

The women in the audience got out of their seats and shrieked and cheered that Triple H and Shawn Michaels unzipped and unbuttoned their pants, hoping to see they were gonna whip their cocks out.

Billy Gunn was grabbing onto the sides of his shorts, looking like he was gonna pull them down.

In the meantime, some of these other wrestlers, like Steven Regal, Jeff Hardy, Test, Christian and even Kane were circling around you, Steven was unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

Just as you looked like you were about to give Triple H and the rest of these wrestlers a blowjob, it cut to the WWF's arena, much to the dismay of the audience and people watching this on television.

It was implied you were these wrestler's mindless cockslave and fucktoy, they were all gonna do what they wanted to do to you and you were to obey and listen to them.

Next year, when the Godfather was still at the height of his wrestling popularity, you disguised yourself as one of his hoes wearing a wig and a skintight dress, only to pull that wig off of your head and beat the tar out of the Godfather by grabbing his cane.

No, this wasn't you being racist, you're just attacking him since, well, his pimp character isn't something to glorify...

I hope I haven't said this yet, but my professional wrestling original character I've created and told you about, about her character being a nymphomaniac-like slut who did a lot of slutty things during the Attitude and Ruthless Aggression era...

I wonder if my original character really did exist during those eras, what today's generation of female wrestlers, specifically ones in the WWE, would've thought of her?

Some female wrestlers today did grow up on the Attitude and Ruthless Aggression eras, and many of today's female WWE stars have admitted they hate/hated those bra & panties and evening gown matches and bikini contests, lingerie pillow fights, and bikini in mud wrestling matches, some have admitted they'd never do a bra & panties match and want to be taken seriously as wrestlers, they've also admitted growing up they were idolizing female wrestlers like Lita and Molly Holly.

They probably would've found my female pro wrestling original character slutty and skanky, as would most underage girls and grown women who never became wrestlers.

They'd probably even be jealous of her since she got to be close with Jeff Hardy, Christian, Shawn Michaels, D Generation X-era Triple H, Scott Hall and even Rob Van Dam who were hot AF then and massive sex symbols lusted over by fans.

#the godfather #triple h #shawn michaels #billy gunn #jeff hardy #val venis #christian #test #steven regal #kane #wwf #attitude era #wwf attitude #1998 #90s #fanfiction #birthday #happy birthday

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Farmers Daughter

His truck tires crunch against the loose gravel and dirt of the back road. The bumps and imperfections of the tire tracks he’s following jostle the cab around. He’s looking around at the acres and acres of land leading to the small white house at the end of the road.

He pulls up behind a black pickup, his beat up Chevy, “Ole Red” fitting right in with the farm surrounding him. Stepping out he takes in the smell of the fresh air, hay, and the barn across the way. He turns in a complete circle, taking in his surroundings, neck already beading with sweat.

“How can I help you son?” An older gentleman stepped off the two stepped porch, walking his way.

“Mornin’ Sir,” Shawn stuck his hand out, firmly shaking his hand. “Mr. L/n, I heard you needed help with the farm this summer.”

“I do, my son just recently enlisted and shipped out. I’m down the strong arms I once had,” He chuckles, grabbing the bill of his at and pushing the sweat off his forehead before placing his ratty ball cap on his head. “You’re interested?”

“Yes Sir, been looking for some work. I thought I’d let you know I’m your man.”

Mr. L/n nods, turning and looking at the hay bails by the barn, then around at the rest of the farm. “Well,” He clears his throat. “The fence needs fixin’, the peaches need pickin’, and the cows need bringin’ round.”

Shawn nodded, spotting the first three tasks around the farm. “Yes Sir,” He nodded again.

“Tools are in the barn, top shelf in the shed. Water from the hose is fine, so drink from that if you need it. We start when the sun does, we quit when the sun does. Fair?”

“Fair.” Shawn agreed.

“Alright, let’s get to it.”

With that Shawn set out to the barn, looking around and digging his hands into the tools he’d need to fix the fence.

By lunch Shawn was dripping in sweat. He’d completed the first three tasks only to be handed three more and another three after that.

The summer heat was brutal, his skin was already burning red, and the icky sticky wet feeling was running down his spine.

Walking down a shady trail, in hopes of finding a cool spot somewhere in the trees he stumbles upon a creek set in the middle of a wall of trees. He smiles, walking towards the dock, kicking his boots and socks off, rolling his jeans up past his knees.

He takes a seat on the dock, letting his feet and shins soak in the cool water. With his head thrown back, eyes closed, and shoulders relaxing he sighs in relief. This was a lot more work than he really expected. It seemed never ending and it was back breaking work. He’d definitely never have to go to the gym if he were to keep the job, and the tan he’d get by the end of summer would have him glowing through Christmas.

His head whips over back to the trail when he hears a car drive past. He sits tall, trying to see if he can catch a glimpse of the car through the branches of the trees around him, with no such luck.

“Mother fucking,” He mutters, throwing the bail of hay on the new pile he’s created.

The afternoon heat was worse than the morning heat. It seemed to just stand where it was, bathing him in the 102 degrees. His curls were hidden under his ball cap that he fished out of the back bed of his truck, working to keep them off his forehead.

The ropes tied around the hay bails had cut and dug into his skin, burning and stinging every time he’d pick up a new one.

This was starting to become too much. His shoulders were raging in pain, his feet screaming in his boots, and his face red in frustration.

“‘I’m your man’ what fucking bullshit,” He said, throwing that last hay bail and getting ready to storm off to Mr. L/n, tell him to take the job and shove it. This was utter hell.

He stomps from the barn back to the house, seeing how Mr. L/n looked much the same as he does, desperately drinking from a mason jar full of ice tea.

“Shawn,” He acknowledges.

“Look Mr. L/n,” He starts but halts all the words ready to fall from his lips when the screen door screeches open.

“Dad, more tea?” You ask, holding the pitcher in your hand.

Shawn looks up and stares at you.

You’re gorgeous. He swallows thickly, brown eyes widening, and all thoughts escaping his brain. Your eyes locked with his and he wanted to drop to his knees. You were so pretty. Your full lips curled up into a smile, hair pulled up into a ponytail, white tank top and short jean shorts with brown boots on your feet.

“I’m good Darlin’” Mr. L/n said looking down at his still full glass.

“Who’s this?” You ask still staring at Shawn.

Staring at his chiseled, strong jaw, at his bulging biceps, and the fact that you can see his glorious abs through the white wife beater tank top.

He’d taken his pearl snap off mid morning, leaving him in the tank top and his jeans.

His flushed face makes you blush, and the way he bites his lip as he stares at you with his captivating brown eyes has you melting right there.

“This is Shawn,” Your Dad introduces. “He’s helping me with the farm,”

Shawn looks back to your Dad for a split second, seemingly snapping back to reality before standing up straighter and clearing his throat.

“Well, Shawn,” You smile, giggling at the way he gawks when you say his name. “Would you like some tea?”

He blushes, shaking his head. “No Ma’am.” He drawls out, and his voice is dripping honey. It’s so sweet, thick, slow. Wow

“Shawn what were you saying?” Your Dad captures his attention again.

“I just wanted to let you know that I was headed out for the day and that I’ll see you in the morning.” All other negative thoughts out the window.

“Alright,” Your Dad nods. “More work tomorrow.”

“Yes Sir,” Shawn nods. He then looks at you, tipping his hat with a small smile, “Ma’am.”

With that he walks back to his truck, noticing your white dodge truck parked by the tree with the swing on the long branch.

Climbing in he watches you as you lean against the rail, biting on the tip of your finger as you watch him drive away.

One glance from you and he was spinning. “Wow I love my job.” He smiled, driving away from you and the farm.

He’d figured out your name was Y/n, four days after the meeting on the porch. He’d also found out that you were home from Panama city, back for the summer to help with the house chores and horses.

He noticed that he was looking for you all the time, never finding you, but always looking.

Until you found him….

He was back at the creek, soaking his feet again, enjoying the chicken salad sandwich your mother offered, and the sweet iced tea you made, from a mason jar.

“He’s such a fucking asshole,” You yelled, throwing a rock into the creek.

Shawn jumped, the soothing silence he was in suddenly no longer silent. He turned over his shoulder, mid bite when you saw him.

“Oh, sorry. Did I get you? I have awful aim.”

He smiled, shaking his head no. “You okay?” He asked once he’d swallowed his bite.

“Yeah, peachy.” You grumped, crossing your arms, tank top riding up a bit giving him a slice of skin on your tummy.

“Sounds like it.” He chuckled, trying to tear his gaze away before you caught him staring.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you knew about this. This is where I come to let my frustrations out, and rant to the trees.”

He nodded, setting his sandwich down. “I can go?” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

“No, don’t. I’m being dramatic, I’ll just go.”

“You know you could always rant to me instead of the trees.” He offered, patting the spot next to him on the dock.

You stared at him a moment, slowly moving towards him. You take a seat, also dipping your feet into the water after taking your boots off.

You jumped into a huge story about how you got into a fight with this boy you had been talking to. Telling him about what had happened, and how he’s now ditched you to go to Miranda’s party with the town blonde who gave it up to anyone that looked her way.

Shawn nodded, listening to you intently, loving the way your lips formed words, and how your accent got more thick when you really got heated. Your eyes were angry, brows furrowed, lips in a pursed line.

“Now I have to go to the party alone, if I go at all.”

He knows he shouldn’t but he didn’t want this to be the only time he spoke to you. “You could take me?” He muttered.

Your eyes went wide, “Really? You’d want to go?”

“I mean, I think I’d go wherever you wanted.” He mumbled, cheeks blushing, brain wondering where his confidence is going.

“You’ll need a cowboy hat,” You flick the bill of his ball cap.

“Have one at home.” He nods, smiling up at you. “Shall I break out my belt buckle and the good boots as well?”

“Not the good boots, those ones are fine. Show off your hard work a bit.” You smirk.

“Belt buckle, check.” He grins. “What time shall I pick you up?”

“10, meet me at the end of the drive. If my dad sees me getting into your truck he’d skin you alive.” She giggles.

A chill runs down his spine, but somehow having to hide from your Dad makes it that much more thrilling.

The lights to his truck are off as he pulls up beside you, seated on the big rock by the lone white mailbox.

He hops out of the truck as you start to stand. He looks good, extremely good. His dark blue jeans, black shirt that hugs his chest just enough to make you go a bit crazy. And that belt buckle is doing things to you that you never thought imaginable.

“You look beautiful.” He smiles, offering his hand to help you up into the truck.

You stand in front of him in your red paisley summer dress. Brown belt cinching the waist, matching boots on your feet. Your hair hangs in loose curls, your bangs clipped to the right side.

“Thank you, you look handsome.” You reach up and tuck one of his crazy curls back into the messy pile.

He blushes, ducking his head so you can reach better.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” He teases, opening the door for you.

You giggle and decide to tease as well, “I see no hat? I’m not sure we can go.”

He smirks, “Hats in the back Ma’am, looks like were going.” He grins, giving you a boost up into his truck and shutting the door for you.

“You made me dress up for a bonfire?” He chuckles as you both walk towards the empty field crawling in the young generation from town.

“Look around, you fit right in.” You look up at his black cowboy hat that just completes his look and has you melting every time he smiles at you.

“I feel a bit overdressed, had I’d known it was a bonfire I would have brought a flannel, or a jacket for you.” His rough fingertips brush over your bare shoulder.

“I’m good,” You shake your head.

“Thirsty?” He asks looking over at the kegs and coolers by the trucks that are blaring music.

“Yeah,”

“Be right back then.”

He stalks off, receiving gawks from all the girls he walks past. You turn and watch him leave, appreciating the way his jeans hold his ass. You just want to slip your hands into his back pockets.

“Y/n?” Jackson says, making you whip around.

The blonde, Jessica, hanging off his arm, smirking at you and how she’s got him and you don’t.

“Jack,” You say taking a step back, backing into a strong chest.

You look down as a hand sneaks around your waist pulling you into him, that hand holding a red solo cup full of beer. “Drink?” Shawn whispers into your ear.

You look up at him, smiling at the way he’s glaring at Jackson. You take the cup and let his hand rest of your stomach, almost protectively.

“Who’s this?” Jackson spits. You look back at Jackson and Jessica, loving the way her jaws’ dropped at the sight of Shawn.

“Jack this is Shawn, my date. Shawn this is Jack, someone I went to school with.”

Shawn nods, humming lowly. “Hi,” He plays nice.

“What about me Y/n!” Jessica pipes up. “I’m Jessica, a good friend.” She sticks her manicured hand out to shake his, but Shawn doesn’t move.

“Nice to meet you.” He says softly. “Dance with me?” He returns his attention to you, leaning over to look at your face.

“Love to.” You smile, “Good to see you guys,” You wave to Jackson and Jessica.

“You guys seem happy together, meant to be.” Shawn snides, earning a hit to the arm from you.

He’s laughing as you pull him to the little area where everyone is dancing to the Luke Bryan song blasting from the speakers on the back of someones truck.

“That must of been the dickhead that decided to go with fake boobs Barbie?” Shawn sips from his cup before setting it down next to yours and grabbing your hands.

You throw you head back in laughter, loving how he’s defensive of you already. You notice how Jack and Jessica also move over to dance near you guys.

“They’re staring at us.” You lean up to speak into his ear.

He looks over his shoulder and notices how Jack is staring at you intently, and how Jessica bats her fake lashes at him.

“Then let's give them a show.” He murmurs.

You raise an eyebrow in shock while he raises both of his to see if you want to. You grin evilly, biting your lip, eyes darkening. Your hands reach out, fingers curling over the top of his belt buckle, pulling his swaying hips close to yours. He inhales sharply, looking at you as his eyes bleed black, watching you bite your lip.

The song changes, making your bodies mold together, rolling to the beat. You two are basically dry humping right there in the middle of the field, and soon you both forget the reason for the ‘show’ now all too consumed with the other.

“You smell amazing,” He husks into your ear, lips kissing a soft chaste kiss right below your earlobe. When you gasp he kisses you there again, sucking a sore spot, making you moan softly.

“Oh god,” You sigh, clutching the back of his curls tighter, letting your eyes close at the sensual feeling.

He hums against your skin, licking at the purple bruise once he’s done with his assault. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Okay cowboy, calm down.” You giggle, looking up at his blown eyes and swollen lips.

His happy smile changes when he sees Jackson approach. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Dancing?” You ask, moving closer to Shawn as his arm tugs you into him.

“How dare you let some other guy suck on your neck when we’re a thing?”

“We’re not a thing, we might’ve been. But you decided Jessica was a better option, but that’s okay. I found a better option too.”

Shawn smirks, waving at Jackson, who scoffs and stomps off.

You look back up and laugh as Shawn mimics his stomping. “You look mighty beautiful when you laugh Ma’am.” Shawn’s hands rest on your waist as you grip his shirt.

You giggle, smiling up at him with bright eyes.

He reaches up, taking his hat off and resting it on your head, tipping it back so he can still see your eyes. “Mhm, perfect.” He hums in content.

“Let’s get out of here.” You say, tugging him back to his truck.

He drives along the empty back-roads, laughing, but also a little stressed because you’ve unrolled the passenger window all the way, sitting on the ledge, whooping and hollering out in the open breeze. Hands up, legs crossed, toes pointed to help keep your balance.

You scream when he hits a bump in the road that causes you to jump a bit. You laugh after and bang on the top of the truck yelling out “Go faster!”

He won’t do it, he wants you back in, it’s stressing him out to see you half out of the truck while it’s moving.

He reaches over, hooking his fingers in your belt tugging you back. “Come back!” He yells, tugging some more.

You slide back into the cab, smiling at him, hair all messy from the wind. “Can I drive?”

He looks over with wide eyes, “There’s nowhere to pull over.”

“Here.” You giggle, sliding over and tumbling onto his lap, feet resting over his on the pedals.

He laughs, kissing on your bare shoulder, “You’re trying to kill me huh?”

“Live a little.” You lay on the horn, throwing your head back in laughter as he tenses.

“We can live, just like not try to kill ourselves. This night is too good, I’d like to actually be able to take you out again.”

“Oh?” You smile.

“Yeah,” He lets his hands rest on your bare thighs as you steer.

“Tomorrow?” You ask.

“Sounds perfect.” He laughs, kissing at the hickey he left behind your ear.

You and Shawn have been sneaking around for a few weeks now, and when he pulls up Friday morning he finds the farm quiet and a note on the barn door saying that your Dad’s out of town for the weekend, and what Shawn was expected to do while he was away.

He got to work, hauling the new hay barrels, and bringing the cows around.

When it was quitting time he was surprised at how quiet it was, you hadn’t been around which was kind of shocking considering you were always there at some point to bring out water and sneak in a kiss or too from his juicy lips.

He looked around the house, and in the stables to see if he could find you but came up empty. When he went back out front his truck was missing. Panic settled into his veins as he looked around, stepping on a cut board. He looked down to see it was cut in the shape of an arrow, pointing down the trail.

He smiled, now seeing arrows pointing his way. He followed the arrows, knowing where they were leading. He knew it was to the creek, where you probably were.

He gasped when he saw what you set up.

There parked by the dock was his truck, the bed made up with pillows and blankets. A string of bulb lights hanging across the back window. There were light up flowers floating in the creek, and lanterns sitting on the corners of the dock, creating a sexy romantic mood.

And the most amazing thing he’d ever seen stood in the middle of the dock. You stood barefoot, white shawl wrapped around you, allowing your bare shoulders to stand out in the glow you’d created. Your hair was flowing off your left shoulder, as you swayed back and forth to the soft music you had playing from your speaker.

“Wow,” He sighed, walking across the dock to you.

“Hi,” You blushed.

“Hi,” He said looking up and around again. “What is this?” He asked softly.

“When we talked, the night when were night swimming, you mentioned you wanted it to be special. I hope I made it special.”

“Baby,” He looked around, “It’s perfect.” He looked back at you. “I was supposed to be the one who made it perfect.”

“Who cares,” You said before being interrupted.

He picked you up, letting your legs wrap around his narrow waist. He set you on the hatch of the truck, standing between your thighs. He leans up and kisses you softly, humming as you curl your fingers into his hair.

“You smell so good,” He whispers as he kisses down your jaw to your neck, hands running up and down your thighs.

You bite your lip, moaning softly as he finds your sweet spot behind your ear, sucking on it.

“Shawn,” You sigh, gripping his shoulders and digging your nails into the skin there, leaving half crescent moons in the wake.

His burning lips are igniting little fires underneath the skin on your neck and collarbone. You sigh, letting your head fall back.

“Shawn,” You say again, tugging on his curls, pulling his head back so you can meet his lips with your own.

He starts to suck on your bottom lip, letting his hands pull the shawl off your shoulders, leaving you in your bralette and silk sleep shorts. He pulls away, looking at you and your body for a good moment, eyes wide and blown, lips red and swollen, hair messy and puffy.

“God you’re beautiful.” He whispers, looking back up into your eyes. “Scoot back,” He runs a hand on your thigh, thumb tapping softly.

You do scoot back, watching him climb up the hatch and push you back on the bed you’ve got set up. He hovers over you, leaning back down to kiss your lips again, this time you let your hands wander up under his shirt. You follow all the lines of his glorious torso, letting your fingers trace every dip and muscle.

He pulls back, grabbing the collar of his shirt pulling it over his head and tossing it next to your shawl by the end of the hatch.

You smile, reaching for him, hands on his neck as you pull him back down to your lips.

The kissing goes on for awhile and slowly his hands start to explore, dipping below the waist of your shorts, tracing along the lace fabric of your panties.

“Can I take your shorts off?” He asks against your mouth, chest rising and falling rapidly, nerves running through his veins.

“Yes,” You nod, pecking his lips.

His fingers curl around the waistband on both hips, and you lift them so he can pull them off. He smiles his giddy smile, the one that makes his eyes crinkle, as he tosses them off to the side with the rest of your clothes.

“You’re so pretty,” He grins, swooping back in, but this time kissing down your body and back up.

You start to fumble with his belt and are quickly ridding him of his work jeans, admiring the tight black boxer briefs that hold him and his ass quite nicely.

His fingers play with the strap of your bralette, his silent question hanging in the air as you sit up a bit to help him take it off. You smile at his blanched expression, and slip the thin material off.

“Gorgeous.” He blurts, trying not to stare too long, but not being able to help himself.

You giggle and reach for his hands. “Baby you can touch.” You bring his cold hands to your breasts, gasping a little when his cold fingers come into contact.

“You’re incredible.” He says to himself as you lay back down.

With the removal of your panties and his boxers, and the adding of a condom, Shawn’s hovering over you. His lips move softly, slowly, he’s taking his time with you.

“Okay,” He says looking down between you for a second then back up to your eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Of course.” You smile, letting your hands caress his hips as he moves closer.

“Gonna be gentle.” He hums, slowly slipping in. “Oh god,” He drops his head to your neck, groaning into your skin as he slips in halfway.

You inhale sharply, back arching, pushing your breasts into his chest. He pushes in the rest of the way, moaning your name as he sits for a second. Letting the both of you get acquainted with the new feeling.

And he was truthful, he was gentle. So gentle with you. It was slow, and soft, sensual and romantic. Bringing you both to the breaking point and shattering mere seconds after you did. Once he cleaned up a bit, disposing of his condom and wrapping you up in the blankets you supplied, he laid with you.

He was practically wrapped around you, and as you both laid and stared up at the stars he knew you were it. Because while all the stars were shining so bright in the dark night sky, you were the only thing he could really see, and you were the only thing he wanted to see.

“I love you,” He uttered as you cuddled into his warm chest.

You looked up, eyelashes fluttering as he kisses your forehead. “I love you too.” You smile up at him, catching his attention, leaning up to kiss him softly.

“Thought you were asleep.”

“Nope,” You whisper, cuddling back into him, letting your eyes fall closed.

“Best night of my life.”

You watched him from the kitchen window, admiring his body, and the way it flexed each time he moved to pick up a new board for the gate.

He was wearing a black wife beater this time, in his dark blue work jeans that were getting warn, and thin, that let you see each curve his body had to offer.

You were hot and bothered, how could you not be? It’s why you find yourself marching up to him, knowing full well your Dad had gone into town for more cow feed.

He looked up when her heard your footsteps approaching. “Yes?” He smirked.

“Break time?” You offered an evilly sweet smile.

“No,” He shook his head, looking around to make sure your Dad wasn’t around.

“Yes,” You whined, stepping closer, making his eyes go wide.

“Baby what are you doing?” He asks, breath hitching when you grab his belt buckle, slowly undoing it, letting it drop by your feet. “Baby!” He hisses when you undo the button of his pants.

“What?” You feign innocence.

“You’re Dad is literally around the barn,”

“Actually he took Mama into town for lunch and cow feed, we’re alone.”

His eyes lock on yours, hands frozen as you grin up at him.

“And you’re looking mighty fine out here, sweating and working, in these jeans.”

“You like my jeans?” He asks smugly, letting you push him back towards the clearing in the trees. The blanket still laid out from when you both were there last night.

“Leave little to the imagination,” You hum.

“You dreaming ‘bout me Baby?”

“Keep up with your smug ass and you won’t be getting the quickie.”

He makes a motion of zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

“Good boy,” You whisper, taking his tank top off.

“Always am Sweetheart.”

Laying in his arms, post orgasmic glow bright on both of your faces, as he nuzzles closer, kissing your sweet spot behind your ear.

“Baby,” He whispers.

“Mm,” You hum, eyes fluttering shut as you burrow into his arms.

“I wanna tell your Dad,”

You jolt, looking up at him with wide eyes, “Tell him what?”

“That we’re together.”

He still looks so happy, so dopeyily in love that he doesn’t seem to know what he’s saying.

“No,” You shake your head, “He’d kill you, and he’d kill me.”

“No he wouldn’t.”

“Babe do you know how many times he’s told me to stay away from you.” You giggle, not noticing the frown the plants on his lips.

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing, but he just thinks that I could do better,”

You’re words aren’t comprehending to yourself as you say them. You don’t notice the way they make Shawn’s eyes droop, and how his lips are in a deep frown, eyebrows furrowed harshly.

It’s then that you both hear his truck crunch the gravel, and you’re quick to get up and get dressed before he finds you both naked, cuddling between the trees.

“I have to go before he notices I’m not in the house,” You say quietly as you put your boots on.

“Um,” Shawn says, brain still foggy as your words before ring through his head.

“I love you, I’ll find ya before you leave.” You lean up, pecking his lips before running off.

“Um yeah,” He watches you run off, looking around an letting his shoulders drop as he goes back to working on the gate.

When he starts walking up to the house, to start cleaning up to leave for the day, he hears you and your Dad talking by the porch.

“The Jonas boy?” He asks.

“Just got married Dad,” You sigh.

“The brother then?”

“Engaged,” You shrug.

“Well, you’ll find a good boy to settle down with. Maybe Niall, from down the road. He’s always been real nice, real polite.”

“He’s a friend Dad,”

Shawn shakes his head, tossing his work gloves to the side of the house, stomping to his truck, reviving Ole Red up, ready to peel off the farm, maybe go beat the shit out of Niall, even though he’s a close family friend.

He’s just starting to back up when he sees you come running around the house, towards his truck in a hurry.

“Hey!” You stop him from going any further. “Where are you going? I said I was gonna come find you, you never leave without a goodbye kiss.”

“No,” He shakes his head, not allowing you to make it all better like that.

“Shawn?” You ask, noticing his hurt expression. “What happened?”

“Tell your Dad that I’m done for the summer,” He takes his ball cap off, flinging it in the back.

“What do you mean?”

“Obviously I’m not enough,” He spits, making you slouch in realization. “Couldn’t finish the gate like he asked me too, so?” But you know what he’s really talking about.

“You know I don’t believe him right?” You say reaching inside to take his hand, but he scoots away. “Shawn,” You say sternly. “Look at me.”

His sad eyes come up, peering into yours, noticing your Dad standing on the porch, hands on his hips as he watches you both.

“I don’t believe him,” You say softly, trying to calm situation down.

“If you didn’t believe, you’d let me tell him.” He says looking back at the steering wheel before backing up and off the farm, and you weren’t sure if he was ever coming back.

“Y/n!” You Dad called as you raced after his truck a bit, before turning quickly and rushing inside to grab your keys. “What are you doing, you stay away from him. You deserve better than some boy who wants to work on a farm.”

“And what if he is just trying to help you? Please you? Get on your good side?” You spit as you look at your Dad.

“Why would he do that?”

“Because we’re together. Because we’ve been together all summer. Because I love him.”

Your Dad stands dumbfounded. You push past him to your truck, the one you haven’t touched all summer since you’ve been firmly planted in Shawn’s passenger seat.

You go to turn it on, but it won’t turn. Just clicks at you.

“No!” You pound on the steering wheel. “No!” You try again, still no start. “Fuck!”

“Here,” Your Dad holds out his keys as he stands by your unrolled window. “Go get him.”

You look up with wide eyes, not missing a beat as you grab the keys off his fingers and jumping in his truck.

And watching you drive away your Mama joins your Dad on the porch, curling around his arm, watching the dust settle as you race after him.

“Remember when that was us?” She asks.

It took you 6 stops, and then finally going to his Mama, who, already knew two were together. She told you one last place to check, and sure enough that’s where he was.

In the back corner of the local record store, digging through a box of old records from the bargain bin.

You slowly approach, scared of startling him. So you take the time to study him, it’s really the first time you’ve seen him outside the farm or a late night adventure between you two.

He’s just in his element, face relaxed, eyes peaceful as he picks a record up, eyes flickering up when he sees your shadow.

“Oh,” Falls from his lips as he locks eyes with you.

“Hi,” You whisper, suddenly feeling like you have to be quiet in the peaceful environment.

“Hi,” He says cautiously.

“Um, you’re Mama told me you’d be here if you weren’t at all the other places I’d already checked.”

He nodded, letting his nervous fingers play with the worn corner of the cardboard sleeve.

“She’s real nice,” You tiptoe closer. “Told me she’d heard a lot about me.” You grin at him.

“Yeah well,” He mumbles, looking back down.

“Wanna know a secret.” You take a seat next to him on the floor.

“Sure,” He hums.

“My Mama’s heard a lot about you too,”

His head whips over, curls flopping over with the sudden movement. “Really?”

“Yeah, since the first day I met you, asking if you wanted some tea.”

He grins, remembering the day.

“Wanna know another secret,”

He nods, still quiet. You giggle as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“My Dad gave me his truck to come find you,” You whisper again.

“He what?”

“My truck wouldn’t start when I tried to run after you.” You sigh, eyes closing as you tell him what happened. “So he gave me his keys to go after you. Well, after I told him that we’re together.”

“You really told him?”

“Yeah,” You look up at him, watching his soft gaze land on you. “I never believed the words that came out of his mouth, and I guess I should have said that when I told you what I did this afternoon. I just kind of figured you already knew that, since I’m kind of in love with you.”

He blushes, cheeks rosy, spreading to the tips of his ears as he smiles at you.

“I’m in love with you too.”

You look down at the record in his hands, tipping it towards you.

“Aw!” You gasp, hopping up, taking the record with you to put it on the player. “I love Elvis.” You sigh as the deep voice comes from the speakers.

“I know,” Shawn whispers in your ear, arms circling around you from behind.

“Dance with me.” You whisper, turning in his hold as you both start to sway to the beat, softly singing the words to each other.

“What are we gonna do when you go back to Panama City?” He asks.

“I’m not going back, told Mama that I’m meant to be on the farm. Told her maybe I’d take over so her and Dad can go retire on the beach like they’ve always talked about.”

Shawn chuckles, “Mhm, and you’re gonna bail the hay, and bring the cows round, fix the fence that’s constantly breaking?”

You pull back just enough to see his face, grinning ear to ear, “No, I’m good at the ice tea part, and caring for the horses.”

“That you are, but the other stuff kind of needs to happen too,”

“Good thing I’m in love with someone who already knows how to do that stuff,”

“Bold of you to think that I enjoy my job,” He grins.

“Don’t lie to me,” You giggle, “You hated it when you started, but you love it now.”

He can’t lie, he did hate it when he started, but over time the work got enjoyable. He liked the peacefulness of it all. The quiet but the loud, the lonely but the crowded, and he definitely loved ending his day with you smiling from the porch.

** 2 years later**

He’s wiping the sweat off his brow as he climbs off the tractor he’s parked close to the barn. He tosses his gloves into the barn as he walks through, hoping to get a quick shower before coming in for the dinner you’ve prepared.

He’s just turned the water on when the barn door slides open wider, he turns and looks over his shoulder to see you standing in the doorway.

“Yes?” He asks with a little chuckle.

“What are you doing?” You ask with your hands on your hips.

“Was gonna take a shower before coming in to spend the rest of the night with my wife,” He leans against the newly built wall in the barn.

You smirk, starting to unbutton your flannel.

“What are you doing Mrs. Mendes?”

“Was gonna take a shower with the farm help before spending the rest of the night with my husband.” You answer with a teasing grin on your face.

“The farm help?” He laughs, head back as he claps a bit.

“Shut up,” You giggle, pushing him towards the newly installed bathroom.

He’s still chuckling as you both step under the cold water.

“There a reason you’re taking a cold shower?” You ask with a raised brow.

“Might have been sneaking some glances at my hot wife.” He sidles up next to you.

“Oh?” You push.

“And might’ve needed to take care of something.” He grins, nipping at your earlobe.

“Can I help with that?”

“Yes you can.” He grins.

** 18 years later**

He stands by the barn, rough hands picking up a new slat for the fence when he hears the gravel crunch under a truck.

He peers around the house, catching sight of an old red truck coming up the drive. He starts walking towards it, confused at who this was.

A young man steps out of the truck, looking around at the farm before standing in front of Shawn.

“Heard you needed help on the farm.” The kid says.

And Shawn just smirks.

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New/revised/whatever- List of stuff

Egos (Marks/Jacks) that I have written for or at least actually have thought about HCS/other universes for: (Just some brief rambles about them, please don't hesitate to ask about them :3)

-Anti, Two takes really, I like him soft, like him mean, hes just fun to write, plenty of different ways to spin why he acts out, what he is and all that. My current fav way to portray him is a missing piece of Seans soul, which means hes unstable as a ‘person’ (cough, not really a human but not, not human either.) And how he has static filled blue eyes but usually hides them with the scary emerald green...

-Jameson, I will always stand by this kinda universe i created with a friend aages ao that Shawn took away Jamesons voice when being puppeteered by an awful ink creature that shares his body. Giving Jameson a lovely fear of knives, some scars, and some very damaged vocals..

-Crank, Oh my fucking boi, a near dead human spliced with a bunch of robot parts..human skin tangled with wires and a heart incased in metal..hes a right mess, a voice in his head that makes him feel all sorts of bad.. He tries his best..he cries oil, I hardly get to write him but I love him.

-Blank, another big fav oi, black hollow eyes..a tendency to faint... My Hc involves him having been in an accident that almost killed him, leaving him with a very rare heart condition. He also has an aura which..kinda ties into him having a few abilities and stuff.

-Nes.. He started off as my own kinda Ethan ego, basically Ethan who was mistreated and really lost his marbles..hes great for the real twisted messed up kinda stuff, so dependant on others, a minor murderer, and has been eyed off by a certain ice cream driver for quite some time...

-Were eth, Okay granted this was literally just kinda an idea that..Eth became a were wolf boi, fangs, tail, ears. Hes just a fun lil pupper

-Eden. Succubus Ethan basically, but well, he again kinda turned into his own thing separate from Ethan. He's got a tail and wings, and hes a lovely lithe thing. He doesnt dare do things without consent, just gets a bit touchy-feely when hes gone without any energy for too long. Very wide stunning saphire eyes.

- Jackie Oh my lad..Buff, trans, adorable, sweet. I always love tinkering around with how/what powers he has tbh..and like- I’ve always had the hc that his eyes are lilac?? or gold. Depending on things.. and he works either at a comic book store, a gym, or at the counter of a gas station. Gives the best hugs. Also I love AUS where hes a phoniex because of uhm?? Big fucking red wings??? YES.

-Hen, Getting his accent right is tough but other than that I love writing about the tired doctor living off coffee and ignoring himself in favor of others.

-Chase The fucking best dad, sunshine lad. Running a vlogging channel and doing his best while combatting depression..I hc him to have chronic fatigue so he has to push himself extra hard. but He does well in trying to get better and look after himself and only slips up like any other helpless human. Very fun to write.

- Robbie. Sof.t zombie lad. Drown in a sweater. Stutters and is v quiet. Slow with speech. Struggles to see sometimes. Loves soft textures.Loves attention. Overall soft fucking lad.

-KOTS, To mean known as Simon. Actually v smart, big brain, very scattered n shy and nervous and squirrelish. Loves books n plants, loves nature. Red is his best colour. Warm sweaters and nuzzling and cuddling up. I always get torn between him being a hybrid of human/squirrel or just a lovely soft guy.

-Yan ! My fem nb/trans gal! They’ll kick ass with their katana, have the hots for Bim, and looove Japanese culture and stuff. Very adorable. Loves pink. 10/10 love to write.

-Technically I do have a muse for Mark, or..idea? I’m thinking about shoving it into my own oc/thing..but basically he got tortured n abused by Authy so hes not quite like the real life markimoo..just a nervous mess whose dealing with his traumas..

-Bing, Skater lad, yellow/orange eyes, sunflower vibes. Tries his best, clumsy as fuck, great for a laugh when hes not cowering under google.

-Edward iplier, Gah my doctor lad.. I have a hc that he Lost arm. In fire..or by dark n wilf. He has heterochromia too!! One cho ceye one blue one. He is a fucking nerd (Minor adhd lets be honest) He fucking loves space and science and space/science related lights. He has a bat plus with spacey wings. He likes reading, likes being clean and is quite a quiet indulger in food which has left him with a big of a softer figure. Super gentle nature..nothing like the arrogant portrayal we got in some videos.

-Angus I love this man!!! Part Aussie, part irish, a whole lot of gruff old dad with a soft spot for nice people and animals, has his own big place, next to a large ass forest. Loads of scars. Loves boots and cameo coloured clothing. A lovely guy when you get past the rough edges.

Aand onto all my ocs as of writing this (cause you name well know I be writing new ones like..all the time.)

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OC’S (My original characters!)

-Jessy, Cowboy- Choker with gold bell. Lil ears/horns. Spots. Shy but sweet. Hands and feet different colour to rest of skin. Kinda fur ish feeling rather then just straight-up skin. Pear shaped figure. Shy lad. Likes to take lots of naps, anxious easily but a big people pleaser too.

-Ailan and Keros. Moth n butterfly boi. (Literally just made up with a friend, just a random soft pair of lads tbh nothing too fleshed or spesh)

- Louie - Followed by a dark being/creature/spirit... Yet to determine what else about him, but hes got brown hair, pointed ears and looks lovely in green.

-Quinton A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian. Quirky, Pan as shit, great dress sense. Extremely calm. Can see auras. Lovely black feathered wings. Bright blue hair. Kind smile. Works at a little coffee shop in his spare time.

-Ori Very pure angel boy, previously owned and not very well treated by a god, came crashing down to earth with no memories but his wings intact. Some help him.

-Lumi Ghost boy! Died years ago under awful circumstances..now lingers around on earth, sometimes meeting humans who happen to be able to feel or see his presence, he has the ability to make himself solid for short periods of time.

- Lucio Witchy..dragon soul something or other- Deaf.Paralyzed? In the arms??They might use alot of energy trying to hover around instead of having to use a chair..(I mean how many witches do you see with chairs??).. Although they could not have use of their arms instead, like..paralyzed from the shoulder down- they still have them but theyre effectively useless and easily sore.. (which might make magic really hard, cause theyd have to master it again without their hand gestures.)

- Eztli, Bit of a prick. Basically got cursed to have really weird blood that replished and rejuvinated too fast/too much by a witch he angered. So he turned the curse into a good thing and basically goes out offering himself as a human blood bag for vamps willing to pay in info, items, cash or uh..other services..

- Gallio Photographer, has hypocalcemia. Haven't really done much else with him tbh.

-Aomi Warlock/witch in training. Downright awful at it. Young and lives in a nice lil cottage outside of the village he was abandoned in.

- Lucas A moonstone gem perma-fusion, he kinda has SPD/DID but he doesn't, cause..hes two gems that became one but not fully. Leaving him to be a bit of a mess and not as strong as other moonstones.

- Kiyan. A little assistant android!! Created to assist, he can make portals!, He works at a post office. Hes under surveillance by the company that made him and isnt yet aware of many human customs/emotions..

- Alex A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia, 4'3. They fucking glow. You know Kilowatt from space chimps? think that. But hair n freckles and more human and just as bubbly and energetic.

-Locus Mer/Fish boi! Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music.

-Lir A Tiny Octopus/Human hybrid lad. Makes little burble and trill noises. Quite harmless. Needs a home.

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god.? One eye. Uses notes. To communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

Small bois (A collection of tinys because G/T is fucking great okay?)

- Tobias. Literally Made of hair gel. cleary, adorable, aaand Eats soap..amoung other non food items he probably should not ingest but does..

- Hinto Guy made of foam slime. Very chill n laid back.

- Glowstick bubs. (Alo/aloke - Green and blue + Siro - Yellow n pink. + Mavi (Vi) Red and silver. + Roxy (Ro) - Orange and purple ) They’re a cross between glowsticks and lava lamps and its epic- asides the fact they have like.half a brain cell each. Lots of sleeping n lazign around.

- Theo A tiny ink creature. A clever little lad, who likes to drawn and write n paint in ink and leave cheeky little black splotches everywhere. A very good writer companion tho.

- JellyBubs! A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, hungry lads will raid your cupboards.

-Miel A tiny little bee boy! Loves flowers <3

Apocolyse Squad:

The planet Keres, Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race.

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat. Vet, partner to Sam who ends up dying in the canon of their story)

Hamrish Benat (Hayden. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. extra tiny heart in wrist. Quite fem/soft. Likes soap cutting vids and stuffed toys/teddies.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole. Staight up. He dies. Fuck him. He sucks ass.)

Andy peters (Strong, kind. Kinda like Tyler shied. Big, tol, but actually pretty soft.)

Adrian Géarán (Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. Very weak n has a couple of disabilities that leave him tired n such, which aint great for his esteem or his team when the apoc hits.)

Wyatt ???? ?????????????????

Pace- Nerdy. Finds a cat. Observer for the aliens. Is immune to black goop.

Four - buff. Scary. Deadly.

Apocolypse Squad Part 2 Small lads who dont derese to be in danger:

-Apep, Naga boi Legs mutate into a cool tail. Hisses, fangs. Adorable loves the sun. bout 20 years old.

Chris. Camp leader! Biig dad type, redhead, buff, likes gardening and camping, very outdoorsy. Little awkward but great.

Small child Talise- nickname tails? .. Blind and slightly traumatized by the car crash that killed his mother and ended up with glass in his eyes, very sensitive to noise n textures. Ends up mutating tails. 6 v young n smol blocks n colourin

Shirin Parvis. Crystal boi .. trained solider/ royalty. Tried to warn people before the apoc hit and failed. Now tries to protect the small group of surviors he stumpbles across.

Zephaniah, mutation turns him into a Chameleon basically, just.. a human one. He Prefers Zeph. Big gamey Nerd- gets a pet gecko. 16. Quiet. Loves Lazar skirmish and lazers.

Moyachi, Cactus boi!! Plant bab. Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people 18/ 19 likes drawing. Pretty grumpy and needs a break.

Colin, nicknames: Coco, Lady bug lad, who is baby trans mutation resulted in a weird Red/Orange skin condition basically. Can predict weather v accurately. Ballet/dance, 14 Likes cooking.

Hotaru , Firefly bby - Glowy bub with antenna, possibly mutates wings.. Sassy and tired. Turns nocturnal as the apoc progressed. Also becomes Colins first love <3

Zeno A Siren of sorts. DC/ hip hopper/ Lost his arm in apoc. He loooves music alot. Very purple aesthetic and checkerboards.

Liren Pichi, deaf peaches n cream aesthetic boi- Nickname Pichi. He is alone during the apoc, sneaks aboard and ship and goes missing..

Neighbours AU:

They all live on the homeworld, Ermioni.

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls.. Red head, quite fem, but gay, sweet, but not mousy.

Lynx ?? An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral. Alien half likes to go by Perse (Percy) They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws. Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of pointy ass teef. Lynx likes to train,go to gym, and kick ass. Big ass butch energy.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth A six-armed demon with serious parent energy. Big gardener, his body grows flowers depending on his moods/strength of emotions. Purple neck length hair. Great at comfort and cooking.

Rhys A Demon with a great curiosity about humans has a sibling, Feri. Rhys is a big nerd, but very hard to get to know. Not great with emotions, comes across a tad distant and cold without always meaning too. Loves candles and lots of autumn aesthetic.

Anthos, AKa Ant. Rhys and Hy’s accidentally created/summoned a toddler.. and hes fucking adorable.

Vato - V Hy has another bub later on who's more purpley blue with red curled horns and 4 arms.. No tail.. 4 eyes. V cute and inquisitive. Less noisy and wreckless than Ant.

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly A regular chubby human bean! Learning to become a chef. He loves food, loves cooking and also loves dancing. Hes a big guy, big cudddler, but a little shy and akward at times.

Donovan Amores Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart to a fucking god is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish, moved when young.

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation, Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros. Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil” or “ Viejo colibrí sabio” (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar (Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole (His only sister Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..? Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Maybe has a cute little jar necklace or magic jar??)

Luca (Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books...Possibly a special pen..)

Forest bois!!

Cypress The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Very calm, very wise. Kinda like master oogway type.

Unicorn boi, Hes rare, missing a chunk of his horn. Dont hurt him. He doesnt even have a name.

Fyn. Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin during a human-caused fire. Very mad about it.

Fie. Bat boy. Loves fruit.

Moh. Fairy/incubus hybrid.

Tucker. Bunny boi, Best friends with Ainsley. Got some like, punk vibes about him, piercings n such. Not as soft as one would expect but still nice at heart.

Ainsley. Fawn boi, clums, shy, round glasses, Looks smart but doesn't always know stuff. Very unsure of self.

Experiment AU:

Izekiel Iris A being of Paint. Hes made of paint. He has trauma from being experimented on. Slightly depressed. Loves art, loved creating. also regresses to try to deal with said PTSD. Hard to get to know at first.

Matty (Matthew Libelle) An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol. Hes fucking baby and i adore him alot please do ask anything and everything about him.

Cult bois:

-Nero Aakil (Means Genius/Orange blossom) Orange bub - Leader. Smart. Telepathic link with all cult members. V corrupted… (Parents were rich and ignorant)

-Mao Cerise Pink - Ditzy, Looks after their ‘little bird’ (aka Jey)

-Jey Michael Cherubim Fallen angel - Corrupted..desaturating and weak.. Was summoned by the cult and captured as a trophy.

-Jaden Hirav Looks after a garden of plants both harmless and some not for master. Previously Neros old pet..His The family was alright but he was moreso raised by like his mum and bro. He was kidnapped from his garden and never seen again. The cult ritual to initiate him into the group failed and he was spliced with plants making him near useless to the cult.

-Rowan maverick - Now known as Rogue- Red. Lost their tongue. Does Not follow orders to the T but gets their job done. Has another voice/god/soul looking out for them… Very assassin ready, very perceptive. Wants to get out the cult but knows theyre too far in.. Cool glowy words in the air because they don't have their tongue. Possibly only lives of medication and vitamin pills..possible OD? Possible addiction. They struggle alot with it.

P - Pax - God who watches over Rowan. Was killed by the Master but their spirt lives on.

Cato. Purple - Another smart one.. Possible Wiccan? Sadist. Mean. Tall. Scary. Abuse. Twisted. Loves being in the cult. Eventually wants to host Masters soul..

Gin Short for Ginger but the real name is Xanthe. Blind. Also another assassin like Rogue but more obedient. Doesn't talk often out of fear.

Benjamin Brandy (Benji. B) is Gins friend, Gin is trying not to get him involved in the cult but was too late as B had previously already been cursed and dealt with mythical beings..

Silver bub. Demir. A demon summoned by the cult to complete the collection. Wants out, very stressed.

Adopted AU: (This is like a mess of some of the boys but younger and in a different timeline to their universes smushed together intoa kinda cute school/adoption au idea.)

Matthew is smol autistic, malnourished and heavily abused both mentally and physically, leading to selective mutism and being a small fragile easily tired bab. He loves hanging in the library once he gets used to going to some schooling. Gets tutored by Chris? Goes to camp and helps around n has fun..

Jaden, loves the school garden, and likes science class. His family is alright, However he ends up mostly raised by his sister? Or brother?

Iz is the lil art bab, also in foster care of a big family, not so much abused but semi neglected. Quiet.

Nero is the gifted nerdy child..Parents ignorant. They love history and fictional books and reading and learning.

Benji is the slightly older kid whos possibly maybe a little behind or delayed or..something, they help out with other kids as a buddy? They like to do cooking classes.

DA AU

So this Au was like..the Septic tank births all the egos.

Angus first- He has..some kinda strength I imagine/..

Then Anti, Hen, Jackie. Marv.

Chase - He kills himself because of Glitch- also falls in the tank a second time and ends up with odd powers.

Glitch Starts off as very bad and misunderstood. Turns out they were just highly unstable and required medical treatment. Their real name is Arius and they cant stomach solid foods all the time. Mostly a liquid diet. They have glitchy fits/static seizures. Very unpleasant. Can enter tech, and its not so great, can get trapped. Can absorb certain amounts of electricity because of this they Got hit by ightning once and has epic lighting scars!! Up arms..some on neck. All over his chest and back.

Septic clone AU

Sean giving up bits of soul to make clones ends up in coma

Experiments and torture and odd shit with the egos ensues??

Minecraft AU??

Yeah i had weird ideas for a cute minecraft gang of minecrafters who had accidents involving getting merged/recded with other creatures traits ect.

Vail. -Vex / Human

Snow golom hybrid? Or Blaze?

Slimey boi

Kitsune

Panda lad.

Pokebabs au

Mainly for Matty, Iz and Blank.. were they have pokemon forms and when bonded with a human long enough can evolved into human forms??

Horned AU (With Troiseh/Glitch-in-the-static)

Shiro -Prince lad (This is their lad :3)

Junji - Battery..whump/slave/lost prince

Isao Asuka - Shiros Royal Guard

Alien AU

Hami if he were..alien instead of being a human in an apoc basically.

Angel AU stuff:

Good omens inspired boi

Leo Halvar Part..humany..demon..Cambion are according to google "In late European mythology and literature, a cambion is the offspring of an incubus, succubus, or another demon with a human, or of an incubus and succubus"

Ryan Hot archangel guy: One wing, demon hunter thing.. Good kinda reforming from a less nice lifestyle previously.

Mute angel possibly demon idk- - Latif? Emmet? Evan?

Long fringe shy boy- Cael / Lox

#list #ocs #egos #ideas #hcs #blu rambles #blus list #its fuckigng 2 am #im sorry if this makes no sense #but here are a fuck ton of lads #and a fuck ton of aus and ideas #if anyone ever wants to ask XP

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forever--darling · 4 years

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not too far away - s.m. (part nine)

a/n: where they all celebrate the reader’s birthday to only hear some news they never were expecting

warnings: 9.6k words of fluff, birthday celebrations, and happy shawn

IX. safe pair of hands

him

Shawn was late. He knew he was but he had been stuck on a phone call meeting with Andrew and then afterwards changed his shirt three times. Even as he pulled up into the Y/L/N driveway he still wasn’t sure if he looked alright. He was in his normal black jeans with a white three-quarter button up polo that had light blue and navy blue detailing along the collar, the bottom of the sleeves, and down where the buttons were. A black watch adorned his left wrist and a black and orange beaded bracelet was on the other. A black ring was located on his ring finger on his right hand which he couldn’t stop fiddling with and his curls were muzzled with a little bit of gel.

Shawn was usually a confident guy, he knew he looked good, but at that moment all he could feel was insecure and nervous. Maybe it was because finally out loud he was going to voice his feelings to Y/N that night or maybe it was because for the first time they were going to be around people as more than just two best friends. Either way, he was a stuttering, red-faced mess.

The weather was fairly warm, the sun shining down, causing him to drive with sunglasses shielding his eyes. As he parked the car along the side of the street since the driveway was already full with cars, he taped his fingers against the steering wheel nervously as he eyed the house that appeared lit up from the outside. It was one thirty so Shawn was only an hour and a half late but still late nonetheless.

He took a deep breath before he got out of the car and headed towards the front door of the very large house, a bouquet of light pink peonies and a small rectangular wrapped box in his hands. Stood on the doorstep, Shawn didn’t even bother to knock but just went in. It was quieter than he expected with just a few voices coming from the kitchen along with clinking from pots and pans. He ventured in further and as he peeked his head into the kitchen he instantly caught sight of his mom, Katherine, and a few of their family friends slaving over platters of food.

After Aaliyah had proposed the idea of the party, it only took a day later for Shawn to be presenting the idea to Katherine and Bradley which they easily accepted. For days, he helped them plan the food, the decorations, and the invites. He even had created the invites onto a website and ordered a bunch before sending them out. The original plan was to have the party be a surprise but Shawn knew that it would be better if Y/N was able to tell him who and who he shouldn’t invite. I mean he hadn’t been around her for years so he didn’t have a clue who she hangs around these days.

At first, she seemed hesitant about the party and all the people that would be attending but warmed up to the idea faster than Shawn anticipated. Besides the guest list, Y/N didn’t know about anything else about the party. He took care of the rest with the help of her parents and Aaliyah who had begged Shawn to let her help. He was meant to be at the house early to help set up but his phone call had gone way longer than it was supposed to so here he was probably the last on there.

He took a step into the kitchen and instantly could smell all of the food. From cheesy potatoes to caesar salad, pickle roll-ups, meatballs, and cheese bread. It seemed that any kind of food that Y/N liked filled the kitchen which happened to be a lot. Also in the corner of the room, Shawn could see all of the desserts that had been picked. Multiple trays of cupcakes and cookies filled the white platter, all the way to the top. He figured that the food hadn’t been served yet and that Brad and his father, Manny were still grilling all of the meats outside.

“Shawn Mendes, it’s so nice of you to join us,” Katherine’s voice rang out as she stirred a pot of some kind of soup or maybe it was some sort of dip.

Stepping further into the room, he offered an apologetic smile, “I know I’m late.”

Karen sent her son a disapproving look, “You bet your ass you’re late.”

“I’m sorry, my meeting with Andrew ran long over the phone and then I couldn’t find the right shirt to wear and it took me at least ten minutes to find a bouquet of peonies because the guy had to look in the back of the floral shop for them and I’m just sorry,” Shawn rambled as Katherine approached him with a wide smile.

“Nonsense Karen, just be glad that he’s here,” Katherine smiled at the young boy as she pulled him in for a hug, whispering low in his ear, “Thank you for all of this. You’ve made Y/N so happy.”

“Well, Y/N makes me really happy too,” he replied back to Y/N’s mother gaining a soft kiss on the cheek from the older woman.

She released Shawn from the hug and wiped at her eyes that were starting to glaze over with tears as she took the bouquet of flowers from his hand, “I’ll put these in some water for her.”

Katherine walked over towards the sink where she began to fill a vase with water as Shawn’s attention fell onto his mother who was smiling at her son with bright eyes and so much love. Her hand landed on his shoulder and her voice was filled with so much honesty, “I’m so proud of you my boy.”

“It’s really nothing, Mom. I’m just doing what I can to make her day special.” Shawn shrugged as he placed the rectangular jewelry box into the back pocket of his jeans.

Karen stroked her son’s cheek, “You’re doing a great job at that, everyone seems to be having a great time.”

“Is everyone here already?” Shawn questioned the head craning out to get a look out the glass door towards the porch.

“Yes pretty much everyone,” Karen smiled, “All of Y/N’s family came at noon and most of her friends arrived a little after that. The only person I haven’t seen is Lauren.”

Shawn sucked in a breath at the name. He hadn’t talked or seen the girl since he had rejected her advances of getting back together. He never thought that when he was talking about the guest list with Y/N, that she would’ve wanted Lauren put on it. But Y/N’s reasoning was that for years as kids they had been really close friends and though their relationship sort of fell apart when Shawn began dating Lauren she wanted everyone she cared about to attend the party. Shawn knew there was a chance that for one day Lauren could’ve put her personal problems with him aside for one day, for Y/N but knew that there was a greater chance she would disregard the invite altogether.

“Oh well,” Shawn mumbled eyes meeting his mother’s, “Who knows maybe she’ll show later.”

“Yeah maybe,” Karen agreed trying to keep her hopes up as well.

Katherine had placed the flowers into a clear vase and had set them in the middle of the dark marble island before she motioned to the glass door that led out towards the porch, “Shawn, darling, everyone is outside and Y/N is playing a round of cards if you want to join.”

“Okay, sounds good,” he said sending one last smile towards his mom as he made his way towards the door.

As soon as he opened it and slid out onto the wooden porch the noise level had jumped. There were pink, white, and gold balloons tied in multiple places along the railings. Lights hung up around the porch waiting for the sun to go down to be turned on and underneath it all was a large glass table that extended over half the wooded area with six plastic chairs surrounding it. Every chair was filled with Y/N’s family members which Shawn instantly recognized from past gatherings except there was one guy who sat across the table next to Y/N’s grandfather and Demi that he had never seen before. They all sat with cards in their hands and there at the head of the table was Y/N with the smallest stack of cards out of everyone.

“Three Kings,” Demi said from across the table.

Instantly without a second to waste Y/N yelled from where she sat, “Bullshit!”

“You’re such a little bitch,” Demi exclaimed laughter lacing in her words.

Everyone at the table let out bellows and laughs as Demi reached towards the center of the table taking the stack of cards. She rolled her eyes towards Y/N who sent her a shit-eating grin. Shawn chuckled from where he stood in the doorway and one by one everyone began to notice his presence.

“Shawn Mendes, well I’ll be damned,” The voice came from the spot next to Y/N which happened to be Y/N’s Uncle John, “Look at you all grown up!”

Y/N’s head snapped up towards where her Uncle’s voice was directed to and as her eyes fell on Shawn, a large smile pulled at her lips. He sent her a small wink causing her cheeks to flush as the table chorused with multiple greetings.

“Why don’t you pull up a chair and get in on this,” Uncle John said placing his cards face down on the table.

“Actually it’s perfect timing,” Demi cut in standing from her spot at the table offering her cards to Shawn, “You can take my spot.”

Counting the cards in his hand he scoffs, “Oh I see how it is, leave me with the most cards.”

Demi pats his shoulder as she heads towards the door to go into the kitchen, “Well, sorry but can’t do much when you’re playing against Y/N.”

“Ah we’ll see,” Shawn chuckled as he made his way towards the seat Demi had been sitting in which happened to be next to James when Y/N’s grandpa who was sitting on the other side of Y/N stood up.

“Shawn, why don’t you take a seat here. Maybe ruffle some of Y/N’s feathers since I clearly am not doing the job,” Grandpa Arthur said teasingly, eyes set on the seat next to James.

“You sure?” he asked as the older man who was dressed in a light tan sweater vest and had his white hair gelled into place passed him giving a small pat to his shoulder.

“Yeah. Plus I think I’m going to go rough up on James a little,” Grandpa Arthur chuckled taking a seat next to the older Y/L/N sibling who had a large grin on his face.

“Bring it on old man,” James sassed back gaining laughter from his grandfather.

The whole table started to laugh at the bickering going on between the grandson and grandfather giving Shawn enough time to slip into the seat next to Y/N. “Hi,” she whispered towards him causing his whole stomach to flutter.

As he took in her appearance up close he felt his breath get stuck in his throat at how stunning she looked. A sight for sore eyes, for sure. Her short hair was down and in loose curls that were tucked behind her ears revealing her double pierced lobe and one diamond earring that was a cartilage piercing. That’s new, Shawn thought to himself as his eyes took in the rest of her. Y/N was dressed in a short white off the shoulder dress that had small sunflowers littered across it with a pair of small nude heels. Her fingers were painted in white nail polish and she had a golden delicate necklace around her neck that had a short chain and was covered with small gold stars all the way around. Her makeup was bronzed, light, and glowing in the sunlight as it hit her face. Her skin was golden and shiny and Shawn’s eyes couldn’t help but wander across her exposed shoulders to her legs. He was sure that she was an angel.

“Hi,” he whispered back, knee bumping hers under the table, “Sorry, I’m a bit late. You look beautiful by the way.”

Her face flushed like it always did when Shawn complimented her and he wanted nothing more than to lean over and place a soft kiss on the heated skin but knew better than to with all the people that were around. “Thanks, but we both know flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shawn asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned closer to her.

“It means I’m about to beat your ass in a round of Bullshit,” she challenged with a smile on her face.

Shawn fell back against the plastic lawn chair, hand gripping his chest as multiple ooh’s surrounded the table at Y/N’s words. Sending her a cheeky grin, his eyes fell onto the blackboard that was rolled up behind his chair. That thing had been around for years and it built his ego every time he saw it. He bit onto his lower lip and instantly noticed the way Y/N’s eyes diverted to them. “Alright, whatever you say but maybe you should take a look back at the board again to see whose name is at the top.”

The chalk was starting to fade but it was still legible. There at the top in blue was Shawn’s name with a large star next to it. Y/N’s was right below his with fewer tallies next to her name than his had. Every game of bullshit played, the winner would get a tally, and after all this time Shawn’s name still appeared to have the most.

Silence filled the table as they watched the birthday girl’s eyes shift towards the board and back to Shawn who was now leaning back in his chair, legs spread open and hands in his lap organizing the set of cards he had. Y/N and Shawn were always competitive when it came to Bullshit and everyone knew that they were in for a treat.

Y/N’s sparkling eyes shifted back to Shawn’s full of determination and a hint of amusement. She smirked, “That’s going to change by the end of tonight.”

“Getting a little cocky don’t you think?” he asked with a smile on his lips.

Y/N shook her head, “Not at all.”

Shawn chuckled and was about to let out another smart ass comment when Uncle John’s voice broke through the air, “Alright easy there, kids. That’s enough for now. Okay, so we made it through the lineup which means we can start at the top.”

He looked through his cards and plucked one from the middle placing it face down starting a new pile, “One Ace.”

Then it was James’s turn who took two cards from his hand, “Two twos.”

“Four threes,” Grandpa Arthur mumbled, pushing four cards onto the pile.

“Bullshit,” Uncle John howled from his spot at the table.

Grandpa Arthur only chuckled, “Try again Sonny.” He flipped over the cards to reveal that he, in fact, had four threes.

Uncle John let out a small growl as he gathered the card pile from the center of the table into his hands. They were onto fours and it came up to the guy Shawn still didn’t know. Y/N must have sensed Shawn’s confusion because just as the guy went to play his turn, she cut him off.

“Oh, right,” she announced, “Shawn this is Demetrius, his aunt owns my favorite book shop in the city. She’s around here somewhere anyways he helps out around there. Working and all that so yeah.”

“Uh, it’s nice to meet you man,” Shawn replied sending him a smile.

“Yeah you too,” Demetrius replied setting down two cards, “Two fours.”

“Bullshit,” Shawn stated quickly.

Demetrius let out a displeased chuckle as he picked his two cards back up and shoved them into his hand. Fives, Shawn thought to himself. He looked to the cards in his hands and sent a glance towards Y/N who was peeking over her cards a small grin forming on her lips. Chewing on his bottom lip, Shawn took the three fives that were in his stack which happened to be the five of clubs, diamonds, and spades.

“Three fives,” he said shoving the face down cards into the middle waiting to see if anyone was going to think he was bluffing.

Y/N nodded towards him as her eyes glanced at her own cards plucking one of her own, “One six.”

“You know the key to this game is to get rid of your cards as fast as you can,” he teased causing her to roll her eyes in response, “That and being able to read people.”

“Three sevens,” Uncle John played his turn.

“One eight,” James mumbled.

Grandpa Arthur went, “Four nines.”

“Bullshitttt,” Shawn shouted without even glancing up and away from his cards.

Grandpa Arthur grabbed the cards and added them to his hand, “You got me there, boy. Got me there.”

Shawn smiled approvingly towards Y/N who just shook her head at him trying to hide the smile that was fighting its way onto her lips.

“What are we at?” Demetrius asked scanning through his cards.

“Tens,” Y/N responded foot kicking Shawn’s lightly under the table.

His foot kicked back at hers as Demetrius laid his turn onto the table, “Two tens.”

Jacks. Shawn instantly took his cards and put them into the pile, eyes once again finding hers, “Two Jacks.”

“Bullshit,” Y/N stated loudly. Everyone became silent and watched in amusement as Shawn’s lips pulled into a smirk.

“You think I’m bluffing?” he asked.

She nodded leaning forward in her chair lips pursed wrist settling under her chin hiding the cards in her hand, “Yeah, I do.”

Shawn pointed towards the cards in the middle of the table and leaned back into his chair once again, “Why don’t you take a look.”

Y/N took the two cards on the top and flipped them over. She shook her head, a small smile on her lips as she looked back towards Shawn. The smirk still sat on his lips as he watched a defeated sigh pass through the girl next to him, “Well, what do you have?”

“Two Jacks,” she admitted flipping them over to show everyone else at the table, who all began to laugh, before grabbing all of the cards in the middle and adding to her deck that was once getting smaller but now had doubled in size.

“I was telling the truth,” Shawn exclaimed cheekily, “So you think you can still beat me?”

Her eyes turned to slits as she tucked a piece of hair, that had fallen out from behind her ear, back into place. “Bring it on, Mendes!”

“Alright, well it’s your turn, hotshot,” he replied knee bumping hers again.

“Okay,” she said head held high as she scanned her cards, “Three Queens.”

Shawn smiled, “Bullshit.”

He watched as her expression unfolded. She let out a groan and in seconds her perfectly manicured fingers were picking up the cards from the center and after they were safely in her hands, she hit him in the thigh. “I’m going to hurt you.”

her

It was now Shawn’s turn and since you had started you had managed to call him out on his bluffs in his last four turns. The cards in his hands had multiplied and he had at least twelve while you only had seven. You were on sixes and he was staring down at the cards intensely, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth. You were silent and watched him with a sweet smile on your lips.

On the other side of the table, your Grandpa Arthur was making small talk with Demetrius who had gotten quiet after Shawn had shown up. Leaning into your chair, your head leaned against the plastic backrest as Shawn rubbed his chin in concentration. That’s when you heard the pair of feet patting up the stairs. Looking over, your gaze met the younger Mendes sibling who had been down in the yard setting up the music in the time being. She came over and stood by your chair, chin placed on the back of your chair, head against yours.

Shawn glanced up at the new presence and sent a smile towards his sister as he reached out and gave her a small pinch in her side. She slapped his hand away causing him to chuckle. Aaliyah had her long dark hair straight across her back as she was dressed in a maroon dress that fell to above her knees and had a high neckline looking as beautiful as ever.

“Let me guess,” she smiled, “Bullshit?”

“You bet ya and Y/N is kicking the pants off of your brother,” your Uncle John smiled watching as Shawn just waved his hand at the older gentlemen.

Aaliyah’s eyes widened, “Really?”

“Yeah, yeah but not for long,” Shawn defended attention falling back onto his cards.

“Alright, Mendes, if you say so,” you said showing Aaliyah the cards in her hand.

He began to shuffle his cards around ignoring the comments going around the table, “Let me get back on track here. Three Sixes.”

He put the cards into the middle without another second to hesitate but you had him right where you wanted him, “Bullshit.”

You watched as Shawn’s head turned to you and his mouth opened in disapproval. His head fell back against his seat and a small noise of protest passed his lips.

“That’s right I said it. Bullshit,” you said again this time louder.

Shawn took the three cards from the pile and flipped them over revealing an Ace, Three, and a King. “Damn it!” He growled smiling over towards you.

You let out a loud string of giggles, giving him one more long look as you stand from your spot at the table. Handing Aaliyah your cards, you adjust your dress and start to head towards the glass door to head back inside to the kitchen when Shawn’s voice yells after you, “Giving up already?”

“Nope, just taking a break,” you called back as you opened the door and moved inside.

In the kitchen, you found your mother, Karen, Loretta, and Demi. They were making small talk and there stood by the counter was your best friend shoving a cookie into her mouth. At the sound of the door, all of the women looked up to noticing your warm cheeks and large contagious smile that was on your lips.

“Hi, hun,” your mom smiled, “How’s the game going?”

Taking small steps towards the island you nodded as your hands knotted in the bottom of your dress, “It’s going great, Mom.”

“Are you having a good time?” she asked taking a sip from the glass of wine that was in her hand.

“The best,” you said honestly, “Thank you for the party.”

Your mom nodded towards you reaching forward to rub your arm, “It’s nothing really. Just want you to have the best birthday you can.”

“Well it’s definitely high up there on the list,” you admitted inching your way towards the edge of the kitchen, “I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

You made your way through the kitchen and as you passed Demi sent her a look before exiting the room and heading down the hall towards the bathroom. Walking in, you closed the door behind you and stood in front of the mirror looking into your reflection. You carefully fixed the few pieces of hair that were out of place and let out a soft sigh. As you stared at yourself and the smile on your face you realized that these last few weeks had been the happiest you had seen yourself in so long. It was because of all those people who were outside. It was your family, your friends, all those people that cared about you so deeply, that made you smile so much that your cheeks would start to hurt.

They were the people that made your life worthwhile and you had gotten so lucky in the family and friends department. Most of all it was because of Shawn. He made you the happiest of all, in ways you didn’t know you were capable of feeling. Since your kiss, you two had been taking things slow. You hadn’t kissed since and hadn’t verbally admitted your feelings to each other but you were sure that you didn’t have too. That you both just knew how you felt about each other and words didn’t need to be said. He had been so understanding about your fears and wanting to go slow. It must have been hard for him, considering he was a guy but the last week had been crazy ever since your visit to the hospital.

But even with the news of the cancer being back you had managed to smile through it. Days after you had gotten together again with Dr. Myers and gone through the plans of the surgery and everything. He was still hesitant about the fact that you were waiting to have it but you were a stubborn girl. You wanted it after your birthday and that’s the way it was going to be. In fact, you were having it in three days. A day after Shawn boards his plane and goes back to LA. You still weren’t sure how you were going to tell him or if you were going to tell him because he was still Shawn Mendes.

He still had a life out of your small town of Pickering and your apartments in the city. When you were sick the first time, he didn’t have a place or time in his life to sit at your bedside waiting for you to get better and things hadn’t changed. He still wouldn’t have time for that and you couldn’t be a burden to him. He had a life, a career to get back to you and there just was no place for you, and you could only hope that one day he’d understand that even if he never gets to hear you explain it to him.

A soft knock at the bathroom door interrupts you from your thoughts and in walks Demi with her long curls and yellow long sleeve romper. You don’t turn to look at her and keep your eyes locked onto your reflection struggling to swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“It’s back,” you whispered turning to look at her over your shoulder.

At your simple answer, she looked at you confused but as her eyes met yours it’s like a switch went off in her brain and her face fell. She reached out to you and took your hands in hers. “Oh shit. Y/N.”

You nodded and gripped her hands tightly in hers. “How long have you known?” she asked.

“I went to the hospital late last week and I got tests and there is a small group of Mets where one of my ovaries used to be,” you explained.

The frown on Demi’s face deepened and you can see the tears that are forming in her eyes. You quickly pulled her into your arms and began to rub her back softly, “Hey, I’m going to be okay. It’s all going to be fine. I’m having surgery in a few days to get them removed. No chemo.”

“W-What are the risks?” she asked voice cracking.

“Well,” you paused trying to gather your thoughts, “There’s a few but we don’t need to worry about them.”

You were trying to calm her down because you couldn’t have other people finding out. The only reason you told her is because you needed to get this out of your system to someone without the whole day falling apart. She wouldn’t tell anyone, for you, you knew that.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Demi cried wiping at her eyes as you hugged her tightly.

“For what? You aren’t the one that gave me cancer,” you joked pulling back from the hug where you began to wipe her tears away.

She gave you a look that said that your comment wasn’t funny but somehow a chuckle still fell from her lips. Shaking her head she began to wipe under her eyes, “You’re awful.”

“No, I’m just sick,” you mumbled running your hands up and down her arms.

“How many people know?” she questioned grabbing some toilet paper to wipe at her eyes.

“As of right now,” you pretended to be counting on your fingers, “You.”

“Y/N!” Demi scolded.

“I’ll tell them,” you insisted, “I mean I kind of have to before the surgery anyway. My Dad’s my emergency contact person.”

You could tell that Demi was getting tired of your jokes and your sarcastic attitude. Clearly, it wasn’t working to lighten the situation at all. “I know, I’m not making this any better. I’ll tell them, Dem, but not today. Everyone is so happy and for one more today, I just wanted to be treated normal. Healthy even for one more day.”

“Then why would you tell me?” Demi asked voice straining.

“Because I needed to tell someone and you’re you. You’re my Demi. You were there by my bedside every day when I was in the hospital. You would always sneak in the best snacks that I wasn’t allowed to have and you didn’t tell anyone that I was sick. You’re my partner in crime. I can trust you. We’ve gone through everything together and this was something I needed you to go through with me too,” you smiled tucking your hair back behind your ear.

Demi forced a smile on her face and you knew that you had picked the right person to sit by at lunch on your first day of school at age five, “I got you.”

Sticking her pinky out towards you, you locked yours with hers and pulled her back in for another bone-crushing hug, “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, you hoe,” Demi said in response with sad chuckles sounding through the air.

Pulling back, her hands reached up to cup your cheeks and she stared into your eyes so intently, “How are you so calm about all of this? How can you be so happy when you were just told that your cancer is back?”

Your hands covered hers on your face and your lips curved up into a soft smile, “Because I was given the last almost week for it to all settle in. I’ve come to terms that life is unfucking fair and I have to deal with the cards I’ve been dealt. Plus how can I not be happy? I have the best family and the greatest friends. I have you and I’m pretty sure that the curly haired rockstar outside loves me. I can’t think of any reasons why I shouldn’t be happier on my birthday.”

“You are the bravest person I know,” she mumbled, causing your heart to ache because there was the chance that you might not make it through this and you were going to miss this girl in front of like crazy.

“I’m honored,” you laughed feeling tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, “Okay enough of all of this deep talk or I’m going to cry and having my makeup ruined is the last thing I need today.”

“Yeah you’re right,” Demi agreed, moving in front of the mirror to wipe at her face again, “Now get your ass out there before Shawn gets more tally marks on that damn board.”

You smiled and gave her arm one last gentle squeeze before you made your way back through the kitchen and outside towards Shawn Mendes, the champion, of Bullshit.

He was still sat in the same spot he was before, a bunch of cards still in his hands that he moved around every few minutes. His eyes glanced mischievously around the table like he had everyone figured out but you knew that it was just an act he used. With your hands behind your back, you moved across the porch stopping as you stood behind his chair. Your eyes scanned across his cards while you began to chew on your bottom lip. Glancing over towards Aaliyah’s cards she sent a look with a smile and you sent her wink back. Shawn seemed so sucked up into the game that he hadn’t realized you were back outside and standing behind him. Lifting your hands, you placed them on each of his shoulders feeling him tense for a second but instantly relaxing as soon as your voice fills his ears.

You gripped his shoulders tightly in your palms, “Oh, why so tense Mendes? Worried you’re about to be beaten by your little sister?”

He shook his head, “Nope. I’ve got this in the bag because there are very few things Aaliyah can beat me at.”

Instantly at his comment, Shawn had received a harsh slap to his arm from Aaliyah causing a laugh to fall from his mouth. You looked at Aaliyah’s cards again. “You might want to recheck your ego.”

“Not a chance, love,” he said looking up at you for a split second before he placed four cards onto the table, “Four Aces.”

Aaliyah glanced from her brother to you. You raised an eyebrow at her and began to bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes looked down at Shawn’s cards in his hands then back up to her. She smiled at you as her brown eyes fell back onto Shawn.

“Bullshit!”

him

“You know I think you told Aaliyah, that I was bluffing,” Shawn said sending a raised eyebrow towards Y/N as he took her down the porch steps and into the backyard, hand intertwined with hers.

“No, I think your just upset that someone finally beat you in a game of Bullshit,” Y/N shot back as he stopped under the porch so they were out of sight.

It was just after dinner, and the sun was finally starting to set. The fairy lights around the yard were lit up along with a battery operated candles that lined the white tables across the yard that were covered in soft pink sheets. Wooden benches were around the tables and the music stand was set up on a small stage near the edge of the yard looking like it was meant for a DJ, though it was just a few speakers hooked up to someone’s laptop. The desserts had been moved outside to one of the tables and only had a few cupcakes and cookies left. There were more balloons scattered across the yard along with a large number 20 balloon that Katherine had bought on a wimp. It was beautiful. Everything had gone to plan so far and Shawn knew from the way everything was set up and how the lights sparkled across Y/N’s face just right that the rest of her night was going to be just as special if not more than her day had been.

“You want to know something,” Shawn paused leaning closer to Y/N as he lowered his voice like it was a secret that no one else could know, “I let her win.”

She let out a laugh shoving Shawn’s chest playfully, “No, you didn’t!”

He smiled down at Y/N and grabbed both her hands in his as they lingered on his chest. “What are we doing over here?”

Taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, Shawn let go of one of Y/N’s hands to reach into his back pocket and take out the rectangular box. It was wrapped in golden wrapping paper, that was slightly wrinkled, and a white bow. “Giving you your birthday present.”

Offering it out to her, she was hesitant to take it, as her eyes fluttered up to look at him, “Shawn you didn’t have to do this.”

He smiled, “Of course I did. It’s your birthday after all.”

“Shawn,” she sighed glancing down at the small wrapped box.

“Hey,” his thumb ran across her wrist soothingly, “Don’t worry about it okay. Just open it.”

She nodded, Shawn’s hands dropped from hers as she began to rip at the wrapping paper of the small box. The gold wrapping paper fell at her feet revealing a black box underneath. With a small breath, she lifted the lid off and as soon as her eyes fell down onto what was inside a gasp fell from her lips. It was a necklace. The pendant that hung from the thin golden chain was a circle, with the continents from the Western hemisphere on it. And right on North America, there was a small star right were Pickering was.

She sputtered lifting the necklace up and out of the box by the chain, “How much did this cost?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he responded taking the black box from her hands and setting it down on a nearby table.

“Yes, it does,” she whispered finger tracing over the star on Pickering, “It’s so beautiful.”

“I know how much you want to travel so I tried to fit as much of the world as I could on there without making the continents too small because you wouldn’t be able to see where the star was for Pickering. Anyways, I know that you want to travel and when you do start to explore the world and begin to fall in love with all these new places, I want you to be able to look down at your neck and remember about your place here in Pickering. It’s just in case you start to forget about all the love for you here,” Shawn explained eyes sparkling as he stared down at Y/N.

“Shawn-”

He interrupted her, “That’s not all. Turn it over.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she turned the pendant around to the backside instantly feeling all air leave her lungs as she stared at a date carved into the back. 04/21/14. April 21st, 2014. It was four years ago.

Her eyes locked with Shawn’s as his hand took one of hers in his. “That’s four years ago. The day, I left Pickering for the first time for my career. It was also the day that I realized how much you mean to me Y/N Y/L/N. That’s when I figured out that I couldn’t live without you in my life. Leaving you was probably the worst feeling I had ever experienced and every day I found myself missing your smile, and hearing your laugh. Most of all I just missed being with you and ever since that’s all I’ve ever felt. You’re my person.”

Shawn’s smile was so large and at his confession, he could feel his cheeks turning red but he didn’t care because there she was standing in front of him smiling up at him with so much admiration and happiness as her eyes threatened to spill tears of joy. Bringing her hand up to his face, he left a kiss on her knuckles and that sent her over the edge. A single tear slipped down her cheek and onto her neck.

A chuckle fell past her lips as she wiped at her eyes, words coming out soft and scratchy, “Will you help me put this on?”

Shawn’s smile widened and nodded as he took the chain in his hand. She turned around and he draped the necklace around her neck as she held her hair to the side for him. He clipped the chain in place and let it fall against her neck. Y/N’s hand dropped to her side and as she was about to turn back around to face Shawn, she stopped at the feeling of his warm lips connecting to the side of her cheek, leaving a small lingering peck. And almost in an instant, she leaned back into his touch like it was a natural thing they did every day.

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You stood in the corner of the yard away from all the other guests near the spot under the porch where Shawn had given you your birthday present. Your fingers touched the pendant around your neck softly as you watched across the yard, where your best friend and the man you were pretty sure you loved, spun his sister around to Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Both smiles were present on the Mendes siblings and it caused one to form on yours as well but it didn’t last long though.

You were instantly hit with the reality that neither one of them knew about your past years with cancer or now where you once again were presented with a sad fate. When they looked at you they didn’t see you as someone who was sick or someone who was healthy. They saw you as you. The crazy girl they grew up with who liked pineapple on her pizza and could sing the Canadian anthem from back to front. You could die and they would have no idea how or why it happened. And at the end of the day, it would be entirely your fault that they were left in the dark about the whole thing.

“Hey, what are you doing over here all alone,” you jumped at the hand that was placed on your shoulder as you came face to face with your mother.

“Uh, just taking a second for myself is all,” you replied, hand dropping away from the necklace.

“Is everything alright, hun?” she asked hand stroking your back lovingly

“Yeah, it’s just,” you paused hand flying back up towards your necklace, “Mom, how do you know if you’re really in love?”

“Oh, honey, I haven’t heard you ask me that in years,” your mother revealed watching as your eyes widened in shock.

“Wait, I’ve asked you this before?”

Your mother nodded a small chuckle falling from her lips, “Yeah, you were around five or six, and you had just came home from spending the whole day at Karen and Manny’s. You couldn’t stop going on and on about Shawn. You said he was the sweetest boy in the world and then you asked me how would you know if you were in love.”

Your gaze fell on Shawn as he dipped Aaliyah arms wrapped around her. Fingers grasping the necklace you looked back towards your mom, lip tucked in between your teeth. “Well, what’s the answer? How do you know if you are in love?”

“In all honesty, honey, when you know you just know. You get this sort of feeling around them like you don’t get around anyone else and all you can think about twenty-four seven is that person. When you’re together it just feels right and there’s nothing else in the world that feels better than being with them. If you’re in love, you’ll know.”

Your grip loosened from the necklace and your arm fell limp to your side, head turning towards the yard. He was pushing his curls back out of his eyes while he wrapped his sister up into a hug just as the song came to an end. Your mother was right. You just knew. It was the way your heart would swell whenever he was around and how your body would tingle under his touch. It was the way he could always make you flustered by his words and how he would do anything for you.

You wanted to spend every waking moment with him and when you weren’t with him, he’s all you pretty much thought about. He had been your best friend for years and all those sleepless nights you had at the age of fourteen thinking about him, you never thought had anything to do with love but now at twenty, you knew without a doubt that you had been in love with him for years. Some days you were sure and others you didn’t think you were but now it was real in your mind. No more doubt, no more excuses to deny the way you were feeling. You were in love with Shawn Mendes and there was nothing you could do about it except fall deeper into the reality of it all.

“Y/N, dear, where did you get that necklace?” your mother asked noticing the new pendant around your neck, “It’s beautiful.”

A soft smile formed on your lips, “Shawn gave it to me.”

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Shawn knew which song would be playing next. It was her parents who requested it. It was their song and he knew how much it annoyed Y/N whenever it played. She thought her parents were adorable of course but the song had been played one too many times in her life and he knew it was inevitable that she would let out an irritated groan as soon as the starting few notes broke through the speakers.

That was exactly what had happened too. Shawn watched as Y/N’s mouth opened and a noise of displeasure fell out. “No, you let them play this song?”

She sent a pointed look towards him, who only chuckled in response as he noticed from the corner of his eye Katherine and Bradley walking towards the middle of the yard to begin to sway softly to the music. Soon Karen and Manny joined them and one by one Y/N’s grandparents and aunts and uncles stood up too. They were all dancing as Elvis’s voice flowed loudly and perfectly through the large speakers.

“Did you know about this?” she asked eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, now come and dance with me,” he demanded, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the crowd of the rest of the dancing couples.

She rolled her eyes as her hands looped up and around Shawn’s neck, “I can’t believe I’m about to dance to this song.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Shawn voiced eyes falling to her feet, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Her arms dropped from around his neck and an amused look appeared on her face. “Oh, I get it. You want it to be just like how we used to do this. Alright, if that’s what you really want.”

With that, she slipped off the nude hills and kicked them to the side towards a close table and moved back to where she had been before, arms wrapped around his neck and chest connected to his but now she was a little shorter. Shawn’s arms wrapped around her waist and slowly he began to move them back and forth to the song, she had said on multiple occasions that she despised.

His head dipped down and the smell of coconuts and vanilla filled his nose. Now, this was familiar. He could recall on multiple occasions during family gatherings, and summer barbecues where she would be in his arms, dancing with him, barefoot in the yard. He sighed happily but after a few minutes, he lifted his head at the feeling of Y/N’s arms tightening around him. Her eyes were locked on something else and as he followed her gaze, a low chuckle escaped from him.

There a few feet away was Demi wrapped up in James’s arms. They were dancing close, probably too close in Y/N’s opinion. She sent a glance towards Shawn and he knew she was going to try to make a move for them. “Uh, I should-”

Before she could though, his arms tightened around her waist and he held her still against his chest, “Hey, just let it happen on its own.”

Her eyes widened slightly and her jaw dropped too, “Let it happen. My best friend is dancing with my older brother.”

“Yeah, and you shouldn’t interfere. It’ll only ruin it,” he reasoned beginning to dance again.

At his words, she smiled teasingly, “Huh, when did you get so smart?”

“I always have been you’ve just been blinded by my striking good looks to notice.”

“Okay whatever you say, Mendes,” she laughed, head falling onto his chest and eyes fluttering to a close.

Shawn could feel the smile that was lifting at the corners of his lips because this was all he ever wanted and more. He wanted his best friend back and somehow fell in love with her in the process. She really made him feel things he wasn’t used to and he found himself learning something new every day. He still, of course, didn’t know about why they had a fallout but at the moment he didn’t need to know because they came back stronger than ever.

Someday he would know because it was something that he would need to hear. He would need to know the truth because if there was one thing Shawn knew it was that relationships couldn’t be built on lies and secrets. And if that’s what this was building up to be with Y/N, a relationship, then those were two things they would need to live by. He knew that sometime soon they would have to face this thing that seemed to divide them but at the moment his mind was too hazy from the smell of her perfume and the soft grip she had on him to care.

He was in such a state of peace, he hadn’t realized he had started to hum to the Elvis song and then that turned to him singing the lyrics in her ear, “Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you.”

Within minutes though, the song had started to come to an end and the last remaining notes traveled through the speakers until it went silent altogether. Shawn let go of Y/N and unwinded her arms from around him. She gave him a look of confusion as he let go of her arms and began to move away. Jogging over towards where the speakers were, he reached behind the stand and grabbed the neck of the brown acoustic guitar.

He sat down on the edge of the small stage with the guitar propped into his lap. Y/N still stood in the same spot she had been dancing with him moments ago, a small smile starting to blossom on her glossy lips. As the rest of the guests took notice of Shawn and the guitar they began to gather around smiling at the young star who had managed to make it big.

Every person was able to take notice of his rosy cheeks and pearly white smile that seemed to never disappear from his lips. He ran his fingers through his curls quickly as all attention fell on him. Strumming at the guitar to make sure it was in tune, he looked back up at at the small crowd that all had something in common with them. They all cared deeply for the girl in the white dress who stood barefoot in the middle of the yard.

Shawn licked his lips quickly as his eyes found hers, “Um, I know that you all probably want to get back to dancing as soon as possible and I don’t blame you but all I need is a few minutes. I just wanted to say that today is a very special day for me because it’s the day that my best friend was born. I don’t know if someone you know this but Y/N and I have been attached at the hip most of our lives and after all these years of being by each other’s sides I have no clue what I do without her.” He paused trying to gather his thoughts and control his racing heart as his eyes scanned over the yard again, “To put it, simply, she is one of my favorite people in the world and I’m sure that I care about her as much as you all do which is why you are here today. To celebrate her and her birthday.”

Smiles were forming on everyone’s faces at Shawn’s kind words about the young woman who had affected all the people there. He spoke with such admiration and love that everyone easily could see how much love he held for her. At every single thing that was coming out of his mouth, Shawn’s cheeks were getting more red and his mind more clouded. His eyes locked with hers and everything else seemed to fade. Her smile was so big and so bright, that Shawn swore he was getting dizzy. With one look, she was able to get a reaction out of him and he knew that he was in deep for his best friend.

He chuckled as he began to rub the back of his neck nervously, “Uh, Y/N I know I already gave you your birthday present but I guess I have one more.”

Y/N shook her head in disbelief at him and Shawn sent her a wink in response. Dropping his head, he began to pick at the strings of the guitar, letting the familiar notes pass through the air. Lifting his head, his gaze passed by everyone until they were once again on her. Her eyes were wide and she was biting on the bottom of her lip as the song she knew all so well filled her ears. Shawn had opened his mouth and began to sing the oh’s that wasn’t in the recorded version but was included when he sang it live.

He could see the emotion pass across her face at the sound of him singing the very song she had been listening too for the past three years since he had left and they had their fallout. It was her first time hearing him sing it live and in person but what mattered most of all was he wasn’t singing for a large crowd that paid to watch him perform. No, he was singing for one person and one person only, her. And nothing could have been more special than that moment when a look was shared between them and the only thing there was complete and utter love.

“I promise that one day I'll be around. I'll keep you safe. I'll keep you sound.” Shawn sang, feeling the lyrics hit him deep in the gut, “Right now it's pretty crazy. And I don't know how to stop. Or slow it down.”

Sure, it was a vulnerable thing to do. Shawn singing his songs. It all felt the same though. Whether it was a whole crowd of his fans, a few friends, or now with this small group of family neighbors he had known most of his life. He was singing everything he felt, the words that he had spent hours in the studio trying to string together.

This song had been out for three almost four years now and he had gotten used to singing it and he felt more comfortable every time but now in front of her, he felt like it was the very first time. The first time he sang it live in an arena with a bunch of screaming fans. His stomach was turning and he was starting to sweat. His face felt hot and his heart was beating like crazy. That was just the effect she had on him.

“Hey. I know there are some things we need to talk about. And I can't stay. Just let me hold you for a little longer now,” Shawn smiled as he sung seeing the happiness that appeared on everyone’s faces. The biggest being on Katherine and Bradley’s besides their daughter who looked like she was going to burst from how overwhelming it all was. “Take a piece of my heart. And make it all your own. So when we are apart. You'll never be alone”

For the rest of the song, Shawn couldn’t look away from Y/N. Her reaction was all he cared about and he gained exactly what he wanted as he sang out the last ohh’s. She was almost in tears, he knew it. Just by the way she was biting into her bottom lip and how her nose kept scrunching up. Shawn strummed the last few chords and applause erupted around the yard. The guitar fell across his lap and he started to laugh lightly at Y/N. She was smiling at him as tears were starting to fall from her eyes. Shaking his head, Shawn grinned at her as she just shrugged and began to wipe at her tears.

He was about to put his guitar back and move back over towards Y/N but halted as he watched Brad take a step out of the small crowd. Her dad looked beyond grateful as he shared a look with the boy he had watched turn into a man. Brad’s brown eyes then moved to all the people who had come to celebrate his daughter’s birthday and show how much they all loved her and that’s when something passed across the older man’s face that Shawn couldn’t place. That’s when it happened, it all made sense in the worst way possible. The truth was out and he felt all happiness he was feeling moments ago disappear into thin air.

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Dancing Away With My Heart // Shawn Mendes *Assistant Series* Part 5

Description: As Shawn and Y/n’s relationship grows they really start to fall in love with one another. Being his plus one for the wedding makes Shawn realizes a lot of things. Just in one simple moment. I guess taking that assistant job was what they both needed.

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A/n: not much to say. other than this is not well edited and did not check my grammar. things are gonna get steamy soon. or maybe messy. I dunno hehe.

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“Rise and shine sleeping beauty.” I felt Shawn’s hot breath whisper into my ear. It was a funny feeling and I felt myself giggle into my pillow. “Wakey wakey.” He coos again in this absolutely adorable raspy morning voice. I can feel his arms tighten around me and suddenly his fingers dig into my sides. My legs kick up and my body flips around as I squeal out.

“Shawn!” I couldn’t stop the giggles as he continued to tickle me. “S-Stop! I can’t breathe.” I gasp out for breath but he continues his assault on me. I quickly find his fingers and grab them harshly. In one quick movement I throw my legs over top of his body and pin his hands down beside his head.

“Wow. You’re really strong.” Shawn looks at me in awe as I held him down.

“Well I do work-“ before I can finish my sentence he flips me back on to the bed and pins me down.

“Just not as strong as your boyfriend.” He finishes his sentence and I huff out a breath of annoyance. I was never one that liked to lose in anything. “Now lemme see your boo boo.” Shawn says in this baby voice that irritates me even more. He cups my face gently and turns my head so he can see my temple.

“How does it look doctor mendes.” I say smartly. His eyes avert back to mine and he looks at me devilishly.

“Alright you asked for it.” His fingers dig back into my sides again. I belch out another squeal. He wouldn’t stop his attack and I had to come up with something quick.

“Ow! Shawn my head!” I use my injury as a way to escape from his grasp. He stops everything and releases his grip.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry!” I jolt off the bed and sprint into the bathroom.

“Just kidding!” I laugh loudly and shut the bathroom door behind me.

“Y/f/n y/m/n” He says through gritted teeth and that tone almost turned me on. I’ve never heard him saying my middle name like that before. I let this little giggle out and start to get myself ready.

“Hey Shawn!” I call out when I’m in the shower. I hear the door open and I peak out from the glass doors.

“Yes you squirt?” He sees me and knows that I’m naked and just smirks.

“Can you get in my bag and get my soap?” He leaves the bathroom and what I assume goes to my bag to retrieve my soap. I watch him come back in with my bottle of soap in his hands.

“Say you’re sorry for using your injury as an escape route.” Shawn taunts the bottle in front of me. He knew I was too stubborn to get out of the warm water to grab it.

“I’m sorry.” I say.

“And a kiss.” Shawn comes closer and I roll my eyes. I couldn’t resist how cute he was being so I gave him a nice little wet kiss on his cheek. “You better hurry up so we have time to get breakfast and then come back to change for the wedding.” Shawn says and he stares at me for a moment. My head was leaning against the door and I was just smiling at him.

“You’re distracting me.” I say with a cuter smile this time.

“I’m distracting? You’re the one naked and smiling like an angel right in front of me.” He says back and I watch him run his fingers through his hair. I bite my lip slowly and close to door back of the shower. I go back to finishing up so we would have time to go eat and get ready.

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I anxiously fiddle with my hands in my lap as Shawn nears closer to the venue of the wedding. I already saw a few signs with pretty white writing that read “The Mendes Wedding”

It helped me relax when I thought about a wedding of my own. I loved weddings. Something about them made me feel so complete in every way. The beauty of them was far more than the eye could see. If Shawn was at the end of my aisle I walk down, then there would be more than just that one man. The strange idea of thinking about marrying Shawn right now was obviously a little extreme. However, if something feels right then why put out a fire when it still burns? Besides, all girls have these inner thoughts.

“Do not be nervous love.” Shawn says softly and takes ahold of my left hand. He gently intertwines his fingers with mine and he warmly smiles. I look over at him. His navy dress pants fit his lanky legs in all the right spots. I picked out his suit jacket with a baby blue button up underneath. The wedding was more elegant than casual. I was always use to the casual side of weddings. This was way out of my comfort zones of a typical wedding.

Shawn helped me pick out a baby blue dress that would color coordinate with his. Shawn likes the form fitting dresses, but I feel more comfortable in dresses that flow. So we found one that meets more in the middle. The dress hugs around my torso and waist and then as you reach my hips it flows out. Of course I had to find one with a slit because they make everything more breezy. I also enjoyed showing off my cute sparkly heels.

“You look so handsome.” I say to Shawn. His cheeks turn a slight shade of pink already. The night has barely begun and I already had him blushing.

“Thank you darling.” He pulls my hand that was intertwined with his and softly kisses the top of my hand. Something about the way he said darling just made my heart strings tug.

We pull up at the venue and I can already see people in other elegant dresses walking into the area. Shawn pulls up to the Valet parking and hands the man his keys. He goes over to my door and holds his hand out so I can get out safely. Shawn was smiling from ear to ear as he holds my hand into the venue. I could notice the few stares at me and how I must have been the girl with Shawn. A few ladies that looked to be our age stole many glances to try and figure out who I was to Shawn.

“They are staring because you are so beautiful.” Shawn whispers in my ear softly. I look back at him and he was already staring at me. I saw a spark in his eyes that made my insides go to mush in seconds.

“Or maybe it is because you look so good from my fashion input on you.” He shakes his head with a smile still on his face.

“Believe me it is you. I don't blame them though.” Shawn replies.

“Hey over here you two!” Aaliyah waves her hands at us and motions us towards the seats she had saved. I sat at the end of the row of chairs where the left aisle way was. Then Shawn, Aaliyah, Manny, and Karen.

It was a beautiful day and this venue was even more beautiful. The view was outstanding and there was this slight breeze that made the temperature at its best. When I look around all I can see is smiles and people chattering amongst each other. Shawn places his arm around the back of my chair and leans over closer to me.

“Are you gonna cry?” Shawn asks me with a soft smirk on his face.

“I just might. What is the problem with that?” I reply back.

“Your heart is so soft.” Shawn plants a kiss on my temple and I felt my cheeks heat up.

“You keep making me blush. Stoooppp.” I lightly push him away in a joking manner and he smiles widely at me.

“You two are honestly so in love that it is disgusting but cute.” Aaliyah says. Shawn and I laugh as we look over at her. Manny and Karen were already looking at us. They liked what they saw with our little interaction. Was it something like parents always know? I know that mothers always do for sure.

The music starts to play softly and I look behind me to see the groom walking his way down the aisle. Shawn’s hand takes rest on my shoulder and he soothingly rubs his thumb across my skin.

We watch as everyone comes down the aisle. The bridesmaid were wearing silk pink dresses that each had a different neckline. The groomsmen had different colors of pink ties and bow ties. Then the music changes and everyone stands as the bride appears at the end of the aisle. I look down at the groom and he begins to tear up as he sees his bride. My eyes begin to water as this part always gets me. I could only hope that the vows were short and sweet. Otherwise I’ll have to get some tissues.

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After the ceremony everyone was directed to the venue for the reception. It was under a large white tent that had flowers streaming down in every section you could think of. There was a large area in the middle that was open for the dance floor. In the right corner they have the band and DJ sectioned off. All around there were round tables placed for seating. Outside of the tent there was more seats and fairy lights hung above those seats.

Shawn and I were making our rounds to greet his family memebers. All of the ones that were at the rehearsal dinner asked me how my head was. With lots of makeup and YouTube tutorials I managed to cover up the cut. It only looked like a small scratch and I could handle that. The whole time Shawn was holding on to my hand or had his hand on my waist.

“Do you think they will ever let me live down that fall?” I ask Shawn as we walk away from the 6th couple to ask me about it. Shawn throws his head back and laughs.

“I’m sorry honey. I say not. It would be very hard to forget that.” I follow beside him as we walk over to the open bar to get us some champagne for the toast that was about to start.He gets us our glasses and we walk back over to the seats that Aaliyah, Karen, and Manny has just sat down at. We take a seat and the best man walks up the mic.

He begins with a sappy speech about his best friend and how amazing it was that he fell in love. As usual at the end he raises his glass for a toast and everyone else joins in. Before he leaves he introduces the bride and groom. Everyone cheers as they enter in and go to the dance floor for their first dance. It was sweet to watch them look into their eyes and see all the love.

People start to join them after the first song and I watch as old and young couples take the floor. “Excuse me Miss?” A little voice says and I turn around in my chair. A boy about 10 was standing in a cute little tux and his hair was spiked up with the gel.

“Will you dance with me?” He asks. I could not hold back the smile from his question.

“I would love to.” He holds his small hand out for mine and I gladly take it. When I look back I see Shawn staring at me with great adoration. Manny and Karen were laughing at the little boys cuteness.

He walks over to the middle of the floor and I see everyone looking at us. He reached just above my waist with my heels on. I lock our hands together and we sway back and forth to the beat. That’s when I notice others were starting to join in on the fun. The parents of the little boy came up to me and snapped our picture of us dancing. The music changes to a high beat song and we start dancing a little funny.

“Do you mind if I still this beautiful lady from you for a dance?” Shawn asks the little boy and he nods his head quickly.

“Thank you miss! That was awesome.” He runs off to his friends that were sitting at a table all to themselves. Shawn takes my hands and we dance along to the music.

“That was really sweet of you.” Shawn says.

“He’s a much better dancer than you.” I joke with him and his mouth falls open in shock.

“Take that back.” He puts his hand firmly into my back and pulls me toward his chest.

“Oh so the lanky boy does have moves.” I carry on with my playfulness. Shawn smirks and quickly without a thought dips me down smoothly. It causes me to let out fits of giggles like a little school girl.

The music slows back down and Shawn holds my waist now. I lay my head against his shoulder and my arms wrapped around his neck. In that moment it felt like it was just us again.

“I love you.” Shawn says and I pull my head back so I could see those brown eyes.

“I love you too.” I reply and Shawn kisses my forehead. “Kiss me Mendes.” He doesn’t hesitate and leans down to reach my lips. It was soft and tender. It was enough to make my head spin around. In the background I heard the start of Dancing Away With My Heart by Lady Antebellum begin to play.

“You’re just dancing away with my heart.” Shawn says and I couldn’t stop the blush on cheeks once again. I lay my head back on his shoulder and we sway gently to the music. People around us were smiling and laughing. But it didn’t matter because I could not replace this moment.

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